Out On the Farm

In the middle of the city

There is no pity.

And those who are gritty

Will be treated shitty.

Out on the farm

Where it’s nice and warm

Those who are dirty

Will receive no harm.


Naida Lavon

04-06-10

Write Around Portland Workshop.

Prompts:

“In the middle of the city …”

or

“On a high shelf…”

2 min. free write

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