Nov 2021
I have a booth
At our town's Farmers Market
All the Gentryfied
Queue up before the doors open
Shivering outside
Above my head
a sign reads:
Fresh Eggs from a Chicken Free
$5 US dollars a dozen
At our town's Farmers Market
All the Gentryfied
Queue up before the doors open
Shivering outside
Above my head
a sign reads:
Fresh Eggs from a Chicken Free
$5 US dollars a dozen
(home)
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