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Jan 2016
In this farmhand garden
I spray out words
To be avocados.
Tomatoes. Anything green
Red or  yellow. A gaming
Meadow with me as its
Lyrical rancher. I pick out the bad
Roots to be made into weird clothing
And picnic lanterns.
Because you can't have a good picnic
Without the freshness of the growers
Garden..
Bill murray
Written by
Bill murray  California
(California)   
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