American Gothic
A life In the land of Hay and livestock
A life not so glorious
Nights of little sleep
Days stripped of life
Waking early to feed the chickens
Harvesting crops and preparing for the long winters to come
Left with nothing but aching bones and Ready to start again tomorrow
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