Farmyard Antics 128 Poem by Phil Soar

Farmyard Antics 128

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The farmer stood in fields of gold
The rape seed now in bloom
He'd like to grow some more of it
But didn't have the room

Sunday, November 20, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: farm
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