A glance from the field displays a line of green,
Waving back and forth, for as far as can be seen,
A chosen path the gentle scrub has allowed through,
Human interaction has created steps too,
In the distance.
Meadow's dancing to the swift gentle breeze,
Flower Buds loving every minute, after the freeze,
The river winding its way, repeating the circle,
As trees gaze down.
Ancient buildings wrecked with still an aura of life,
The river rerouted to make way for modern strife.
Gnarled trees still lay strong where they fell,
Old sprouting buds must have a story to tell!
While wild garlic smells all around,
Like a historical museum on this ancient ground.
if we're able
we go to same stable
everyday
not to play
to work
after wakeup alert
some do the dance jerk
to get the day strted
its a
COED WORKER PARTY
its odd
like my jobs
i won't strav
life smooth as lard
some i work is like this
they don't fit
or real jerker
my
COED WORKER
it was a party
we got started
to let off steam
this wasn't a dream
its was cool
we listen to the blues
thats music we choose
inthis kind of weather
the
COED WORKER GET TOGETHER
theyer no mean
we work as a team
no matter it may seen
theyer alert
and not jerks
they no there stuff
never get decuss
but they are sreacher
MY
COED WORKER
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