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Blessed am i to sit here today
taking this time to carve out a place
where i may find some rest
and give others solace
to remind and remember,
what can't be bought with dollars
from your pockets.
not everything.
it's something i should remember.
treasure it it's all you own
treasure it it's all that's your own
food costs money and kids gotta eat something
if a farmer's work is honest
the contribution won't be unnoticed.
i wish i were a farmer.
to be satisfied with what
these hands have grown
no food of mine
sits in the bellies of others
instead this strange secret
twisting which each only knows.