Bri Edwards Farming Poems

I woke up and before I got out of bed I thought...
about words of a poem which I'd not yet wrought.
I once heard about something 'God' had 'wrought',
but THAT is not what, by tonight, I hope I've brought
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Thursday I picked plums, and.....I may have picked a peck,
but if it WEREN'T a peck I picked, "Who Cares? ". What the heck!
Some were soft, some still hard, some purple, some were green.
This year's is a "bumper crop", the best that Bri has seen.
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Here in Fortuna, northern California,
chickens demand their "civil rights".
They ‘cluck': "If we don't get our rights,
there'll be some very nasty fights! "
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[sing]: The Farmer looks like Hell. The Farmer looks like Hell. Ho hum, he looks so glum. The Farmer looks like Hell.
The Farmer looks like Hell. The Farmer looks like Hell. Ho hum, his son's a bum. The Farmer looks like Hell. [stop singing]

[speak]: Compared to five years ago, his overhead is higher, and price supports are lower.
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