I feel like the world is laughing at me. A poor boy from Kansas. Left in the wreckage I Call a farm. This place used to feed the world. I harvest.
Enough wheat. To Fill A mile Wheat elevator. But I guess it didn’t last. The prices they gave me. And the places. It went. Made somebody happy. But now In my Stride I can see. I’m defeated in my own Pity. Everyone is laughing at me.
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nobody is laughing at you dr. zen…you’re my hero…
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