I spent some time, one other day.. Out in the fields, the rural way..
Stayed with farmer, did farmer work.. Fed the Pigs, I did not shirk..
The Boars and Sows became my friend.. But Pigs they grunt,
there is no end.. Invite me, they did, at suppertime.. Into the trough,
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Liked this fellow poet, Like you style of writng.