Somber gray barn, boards creaking
Humble, meek and mild like the weathered dreams
Falling gentle as rainfall, calming the weary heart
With tender breaths of laughter amid the pleasures
Found beneath the edges of this massive structure
Beneath the rusty tin are stables and beasts
All thriving from the care taken by a farmer’s gift
For nurturing with sincerity and honesty and...
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