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The Possession of The Farm

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A Farmer was all
any passer-by did see
just a man with a pitchfork
not tormented by greed

T'was a painted portrait
of simplicity
and seclusion
it was all he would ever need

No-one could see past
his carefully set stage
the one that never moved
the one that never swayed

No light would ever shine 
upon the farmers task
the one he had hidden
kept secret from the past

The Pitchfork and The Farmer
you could say they were, "Best Friends"
they needed each other
to carry out its demands

It was the one
the one that had possessed
the farm and the farmer
the pitchfork, and the rest

observed from a distance
no questions or concerns
the portrait of the farm
was worn and all too blurred

T'was a painted portrait
of malice and greed
it was all the possessor
would ever need

 

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