"The Farm"

May happyness find and keep you
Holding you tight in it's arm
Keeping you safe from evil's harm
But watch that you stay off the farm
For the air is evil and blue
And Satan plays on the dew
Running quickly on the green
Jumping through Apollo's rays
Passing many many days
Straining to find the way
To soil the mind that is clean
And make it evil, mean
-ET January 23, 1996

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