Afternoon with Irish Cows

I was reading the Billy Collins poem Afternoon with Irish Cows last night and for some reason it made me think of blogging. In the poem the person who is the voice of the poem hears a cow bleating or mooing as if in pain. When he goes to look the cow fine but just seems to be anouncing the undeniable cowness of itself. That made me think of blogging. When blogging we are announcing the programmerness or whateverness of ourselves.

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