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Click hereIt's quite something
to be a farmer:
the rusty harrow,
rubber boots
in the tall grass -
the wet,
continuous meadow,
and cows don't come
when you whistle.
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erectus123over 10 years agogenerally you follow behind
and a dog will help, whistling is more what construction workers do when a pretty girl passes...yes Todski and I are old dairy farmers, what gentle beasts they are.
todski28over 10 years agoNice imagery
Created in such sparse words, had a grin at the end, have been a dairy farmer before. Lovely work.
