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The Churn
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found in
most rural homes
in years gone by
I hated that job so
much, with a passion
you might say, but I had
to do my share of the work
mom would say sing this
song, or that song misery
now sometimes I miss the
old country life, chickens to
to feed, playing in the woods
the perfume of sweet shrubs
floating in the window at dark
visiting with neighbors, catching
lightning bugs as twilight falls
Copyright ©
Sara Kendrick
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