Here I rest for one last night
The moment has come, the work is done
Biocharm will always need an extra hand
for mine I've lent with no restraint
But tomorrow brings a new day
A whole new different place to stay
What I am leave behind I have only gained
Knowledge from some ancients ways
To grow a better crop
To build a home for chicken crap
Life on the farm is perfect for what it is worth
Life on a mountain will be a whole new different Earth.
MORE TO COME! Not poetry though, poetry is for SUCKAS!
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