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Posted By: Donnersurvivor

"progress" - 02/10/20 01:22 AM

Born to this farm
I worked the soil
I loved my life
And my toil

Replaced now
By heartless machine
The farmer looks sad
Progress, nightmare not dream

My gate is flung open
I am chased out
No place for me now
I wander aimlessly about

The farmer stands often
By the open gate
He knows someday
He shall share my fate
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