We walked in.
Two by two.
A safer place.
For me and you.
As the corn dies
in the fields.
The yields.
Not enough.
Not even us.
Tough guys.
Could stick it out.
Rotten to the core.
Not like.
Heady days of yore.
That bounty.
All dried up.
Whispers in the woods.
Kept us honest.
What was promised.
Never came true.
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