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 The Ox by Russell Edson 
						There was once a woman whose father over the years had become an ox.
 
 She would hear him alone at night lowing
 in his room.
 
 It was one day when she looked up into his
 face that she suddenly noticed the ox.
 
 She cried, you're an ox!
 
 And he began to moo with his great pink
 tongue hanging out of his mouth.
 
 He would stand over his newspaper, turning
 the pages with his tongue, while he evacuated
 on the rug.
 
 When this was brought to his attention he
 would low with sorrow, and slowly climb the
 stairs to his room, and there spend the night
 in mournful lowing.
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