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Farming By Parker K.
The hot summer sun rises over the wheat swaying in the wind Heat waves dance in the distance A black cloud rises to the sky as the combine starts The smell of dust and coffee fill the air The cool air from the vents blow the dust off my skin The sound of the radio keeps me company Keep driving till the sun is long gone And the headlights are the only light for miles. |