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Farmer's love

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During tears and wears, I'll be with you
No mixed feeling, not unlike morning dew
Just know I'm yours. High or low.
I'll write you a love song, ink deepest blue
Describing you from head to toe
My pen running around the pages, covered in hue
Any iota of doubt, weed it out
All lumps of distrust, lemme get a plough
These feelings of love, irrigate it
Your trust in me, let's fertilize it
I want to harvest you in all your glory
Love maximization is my only aim
Take me for who I am
This is a farmer's love
The poem may be horrible I know
But that's my best you know
I speak in cutlass, hoe and feed
This is a farmer's love....
#SOPHOCLES

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  1. UnknownWednesday, 10 May 2017 at 19:53:00 GMT+1

    My father, a farmer unlettered
    My self lettered not a farmer
    My son farmer, lettered
    My grandson???

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