*see what I did there?
We live equidistant between two dairy farms.
At this point in late winter the farmers around here are gearing up for their spring planting.
|The trailer on the farmer's truck goes spray, spray, spray...|
We have been getting a nose-full. Daily.
(Be glad smell-o-vision hasn't been invented.)
Today's poem is dedicated to our local farmers.
the farmer talks
of fertilizing the fields
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