Justin Reamer

Freshman - 623 Points (2 October 1993 / Holland, Michigan)

Farm - Poem by Justin Reamer

Ducking, blowing.
Cocking, clucking, bending over,
And making the sun go sing to its tune,
Screwing up every agenda that maybe there may be
There ever was to this day,
For the farmer is busy,
And to busy to be with us,
For that what he do.


Comments about Farm by Justin Reamer

  • Silver Star - 3,114 Points S.zaynub Kamoonpuri (9/12/2012 12:18:00 AM)

    Aha cute n lovely farm poem dat i enjoyd tday. Thumbs up 4 it. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, September 11, 2012



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