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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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