The Farm

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The Farm

Remember the wolves, howling in the dark cold woods, right by my farm?

The dry and hard soil on your soft, beautiful hands.

Squirrels chattering, birds chirping and crickets singing in the evenings.

Watermelon dripping on your hot sweaty face on summer days.

Kittens playing under the shade of a tree waving in the wind.

Hot sun beating on your back, be careful now, to not burn your precious back!

Playing in the rain on a hot day, it feels nice to cool off and smelling the fresh raindrops.

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