I’m an urban farmer
Dirt lines surround my cuticles.
Callouses lie under my ring finger
Weeding and mowing
Connect me to abundance
I dance without worry
An urban farmer
~Abbe

I’m an urban farmer
Dirt lines surround my cuticles.
Callouses lie under my ring finger
Weeding and mowing
Connect me to abundance
I dance without worry
An urban farmer
~Abbe
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