Farmland Allowed To Teacher
Many would have for it killed
And blood of The Guiltless spilled,
True Catholics to surprise,
For it fight and let voice rise!
An eye catching Rich Terrain
That knows how to welcome rain;
Enough to envy arouse
Against its tiller a grouse
For this I clench thankful fist
Of one who knows how lips twist,
The Disfavoured Man A Blouse,
An ignited fury to douse,
In this eyes gathering mist
Boxers Glover tight at the Wrist!
But Tillage an appointment
I am a disappointment,
Decrepit labor quite sure,
Harvests that still leave one poor
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