Hayseeds Poems - Poems about Hayseeds

...A nation dies when its ideas become slogans nothing is deeply planted or cultivated just notions to be scattered around as exposed hayseeds that fly directionless. When a state is oppressed ......

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...An early outing for my friend and I We walked the winding path down to the springs The uncut winter hay is now waist high And in the morning breeze it softly sings Red Indian paintbrushes are ......

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...The South Street Suit Salesman I’ve been around for quite awhile and I'm sharp as a tack and I can keep track of 100 suits hung neat on a rack what colors we have and even the black It's also......

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...The Verbose South Street Suit Salesman I’ve been around, Mac I’m sharp as a tack and I can keep track Of 200 suits hung neat on the rack What colors we have and even the black It’s also a fact......

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