Our little hills forever near Tell us your secret rare, Through progress of change you never care? Though they plow up your cover of greens and browns, Disturbing your colorful restful mounds? We humans would ...
Mike Kukuchek: “That's country," Kukuchek says, pointing to a pile of his horse Bandit's feces.
Posted February 27, 2017
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