Working the land,
With a friend from the past,
Brings back memories,
Of innocent,
Naïve times.
I miss those days,
Yet somehow glad,
They are now behind.
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Working the land,
With a friend from the past,
Brings back memories,
Of innocent,
Naïve times.
I miss those days,
Yet somehow glad,
They are now behind.