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Bright green fields And a brighter blue sky Tractors moving As the clouds float by Tent's pitched Kinda quick, Fire's lit No wood on it Guitars strum Then uku joins along But my phone is singing The song Playing football With the farmers dog Then go back to Burning logs As night falls On the fields around The gentleness of the Guitar is the only sound.
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Jul 26, 2016
Jul 26, 2016 at 11:18 AM UTC
Farm Camp
Bright green fields And a brighter blue sky Tractors moving As the clouds float by Tent's pitched Kinda quick, Fire's lit No wood on it Guitars strum Then uku joins along But my phone is singing The song Playing football With the farmers dog Then go back to Burning logs As night falls On the fields around The gentleness of the Guitar is the only sound.
I just got back from camping at this farm.
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Jul 26, 2016
Jul 26, 2016 at 11:18 AM UTC
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