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To home those that have no were to go other then the slaughter house,that as far as were concerened is not a home..this is there last stop.no more confusion or pain ,just love and pasture to play in..barn always has the lite on for ya
crooked was born in my arms on my other farm and passed away in my arms at whinnyhill...rip my friend my beautiful boy..
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