I used to like the farm
life.
me and my cows, goats, chickens.
the cats to keep the mice
out of the barn.
the plow horse, Billy.
hearing the rooster crow
at the break of dawn.
I used to enjoy plowing the lower
forty.
harvesting the alfalfa
and corn, but since momma
ran
off with the fuller brush man,
it don't seem
the same anymore.
I just don't have that get up
and go.
it got up and went and now
without momma, life's
one
big chore.
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