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By Jack Joseph Smith
Consquence
It takes a farmer to be a poet
You don't learn the myth, you be the myth
No one teells you what to do or how to do it
You single out your self and nobody else
You know that pretense to see in life,
while protected, can make though easy,
but will not give any kind of afterlife,
how less the difficult,
the apelling of your n,me may be