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THEY LEFT THE FARM
They left the farm
But could not escape the smell
Could not forget the land
Nor remove calluses
From long idle hands
Could not leave worries
About storms and drought
Bugs and wolves and dysentery
Are the horses on a line
That the wind could not sever
And all above all
Are all the people safe
To rebuild again
If acres flood
To plow again
When God’s wrath is done
Too much for dignitaries
Who roll with the flock
Who eloquently sympathize
Then haul ass back
To gentle climes
Where halos hover
Given the lack of turbulence
Little do the privileges suffer
Rather to know
That humans have heart
They cry at the very thought of hurt
Yet in a clinch
They are sure to assert
Survival of the fittest
As a rule
To listen to God though
You must let go
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