Plow
Plow
Every seven years, she's a different person.
Every seven years he's having to adapt and learn something new.
The farmer must work during the seasons that change with age,
to provide for a bird trying to sing in a gilded cage.
by Martin Braun
3/17/2024
Copyright © Martin Braun | Year Posted 2024
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