Regrow :: Father

This vid's got me, all lank and lad, sans clue.
So cold, it's thirty years the past, before
the desktop factory. We farmers grew
the nourish people ate. Beyond that door
I'm mocking at, our cows and corn were store
for slaught. Oh, stupid kit, why curse me why?
You know for us to live, they had to die.

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