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11 Year Old Farm Hands
11-year-old farm hands
David J Walker
What do the city kids do
In the summer
We
The 11-year-old farmhands
Don’t know
All we know is
Which end of the hoe
Goes into the hard ground
And which end will blister
Our hands
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