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The Buttercup is a flower
To which nature gives her all
But the one I met was on a hillside
In the sunshine standing tall
A beauty by any standards
Dark eyes and lashes long
Curves to take your breath away
Legs tanned,yet firm and strong
I looked at her,she looked at me
A curious kind of stare
This meeting on a hillside
Was not meant to cause a scare
And I knew she also felt this
As she did not turn away
This Buttercup on a hillside
Who I met for just one day
Our paths were never meant to cross
But fate had deemed it to allow
For she was just a lonely Heifer
A Golden Jersey Cow. | 
