| http://www.w3.org/ns/prov#value | - e mow always full of sweet smelling hay,Forked down to the cattle Gramps fed.His cows used to take refuge in there, To feel safe from each raging storm,Gramps grew old,and the cows were sold, Leaving the barn so forlorn.There is a layer of dust that covers all now,With cobwebs galore overhead,Wildlife use the barn, now for their home, As shelter from winter's dread.The barn is a special monument,To
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