Planting
Arms that ache
Legs that shake
Brown furrows
Tilled, seeded
A promise
for tomorrow
Potatoes, needed.
Planting
Arms that ache
Legs that shake
Brown furrows
Tilled, seeded
A promise
for tomorrow
Potatoes, needed.
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