The Blue Earth

The Blue Earth

Gone are
the days

Spillin yourself
on the
book

In the
leisure
of the
evenin

With cherries
and coffee
by your
side

It’s the
next generation
now

Wants a
piece of
you

All the
time

You get
up

And there
is a cry

For the
fish

You must
get back
to work

Spillin your
blood &
sweat

On the
blue earth

Caution: This might be all theory

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