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Day on the farm


I woke up early from  the sound of my alarm

I then knew today was the day to go on the farm

So i packed up my bag and ran to the truck

On the way there we saw a few bucks

When we arrived we felt the morning sun

That’s when i knew this trip would be a whole lot of fun

Because we all prayed

For the picnic my mother had made

Which led to us looking up at the sky,

While we ate all mom’s homemade pies

We finally heard the sound of  a kazoo

Therefore it’s time to bid you adieu

 
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