Selling My Sorrows Poem by james foulk

Selling My Sorrows



The barn door was left open
and the cow got out today,
no rain in sometime,
crops are all gone and withered away.

Deer are in the yard looking
for something t eat,
but no food here, so they
try else where.

Just think I'll sell this
old farm and go live
by the side of the road
and beg for money.

wrote 9-3-08

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