Every morning when I woke up the morning air smelled
Like freshly slaughtered cows
The old farmer's face was as wrinkled as skin
Witn no bones
The old rooster strutted around like a
Half dead person trying to go on
The pigs in the pen sounded like a dull knife
Just being sharpened
And at night the crickets sounded like
Millions of ghosts creaking out of their graves!!!!!!!
Written in 1990
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