Love Poem: Farmer Playing Until Noon
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Written by: Eve Roper

Farmer Playing Until Noon

first thing in the morn
cock-crow near the corn 

in the daybreak dawn
it goes on, and on, and on

farmer left the throne 
made his presence known 

prancing up a storm 
staying mighty warm 

sliding on the floor
crashing in the door

living on the edge 
rotten like a veg 

booty blazing sore 
tutti to the core 

into his love e dove
he loves, love-a-love
 
laughing like a loon 
at the rising moon 

pulling down the blinds
drowning in the things he finds

playing until noon 
watching some cartoon

beside his love e dove
he loves, love-a-love


4/14/2020


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