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by Aaron Deevers Sep 11, 2007 category : Life, society / other
Work from dusk till dawn Not a break in between Sweat pours from my face How much more can I take Plowing up dust Planting down food Giving the world it's best Yet the job is not done From feeding cattle To scooping manure Bruises from cow kicks To stench of cow crap A hard working farmer Yet not paid enough Nor recognized enough America depends on farmers We the farmers are the heart of world
by Cassie Amy
I really liked this poem... You write very well and you make a not so interesting topic rather eye catching :)