frost begins to heave clods Hail Mary, full of grace
bank grey sky the Lord is with thee
shrouds cut corn stalks and drizzle blessed art thou among women
confounds the rest and blessed is the fruit of thy womb,
Cows, you say Jesus. Holy Mary
breath clouds in black-nailed mother of God, pray for us sinners
stub-fingered styrofoam cup now and at the hour of our death
need milking Amen.
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