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The Farmer


Cu cu cu cu and it is not the clock.

It is my head trying to find out who am I.

Driving a tractor and plowing the lands.

Bringing the fruit of our homeland.

Who am I you might ask?

I am your farmer from the block.

The one who dose the dirty job.

No I am the one who food provides.

The one who wake up before the sun.

Yes that same one who work for fun.

I am a farmer, I give life to all the geen crops we have.

 
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