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Dec 2023
i remember them
the builders and the
farmers..
in the sweat kitchen
(the value of a dollar)
they were poor and
they were lonely
the bank was closed..

there was experience!
in the mountains
in the olives
three generations
picking up the nets-
look ma! on top of the
world!
lol..

in the tomatoes
shelter from the spring
blast
plastic
dinner with the family-cool
generosity-children and goats
chickens..the wine..
farm house fair..

the builders-no,
i canΒ΄t go there but
here were things that money
just could nt buy-
i felt young
a special time
the sea and sky
lord..
Written by
Michael John  62/M/SPAIN
(62/M/SPAIN)   
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