Farmyard Antics 47 Poem by Phil Soar

Farmyard Antics 47



I strolled into a farmyard
At the turn of spring
The landlord had reclaimed the farm
And I couldn't find a thing.

Thursday, March 10, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: funny,spring
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