The ritual: scoop, shake, dump.
Daily there are 5-7 piles of manure
Stirred until the “road apples”
Are scattered
Toss the sawdust up against the walls
Sloping mountain sides dotted with mines
Scoop, shake, dump
Every day, the same.
Every day, more precious than my own
Heartbeat
My love is measured in every
Scoop, shake, dump
Again, this morning.
Again, tonight.
Again, tomorrow.
The beauty, the hope, the perseverance.
Scoop. Shake. Dump.
Put Out to Pasture 
Haha love this!
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I actually love scooping poop…isn’t that crazy?
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