Plantin' Garlic and Potatoes
Plantin' the Garlic and the Potatoes
I can only Hope in the Heirloom Tomatoes
The Daisies push up well past the Day
With Evan Porter sleepin' outside in the Fray
Charlie ' s in a row out at the plant
And Grandma Moses is lookin' for Dry Land
The Ocean washes up the Effervescent Shore
And taxes those who bore
And set out upon the Whistlin Waves
To find her that went beyond the pale
God's holy Ghost in Pale moon shroud
With gatherin' Girls lost and Found
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