Middle workers

by Sinister Soire   Oct 13, 2004


A turquoise miner works the lands
He moves to soil with his bear hands
His precious gems are almost out
He has no income and so can’t pout

The constant farmer tills his field
A plentiful bounty he will yield
He works the days and rests the nights
And yet his crops are amazing heights

copyright 2004 © Logan Brown

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  • 19 years ago

    by Elise

    nice one !

  • 19 years ago

    by Not Bulletproof

    Interesting write hun, deep, seems your mind has gone everywheres and you've written about it...you think of things most people don't take the time to notice...I like that...great work hunnie xxxx <33

    -Mortalidaga
    xxTakeCarexx

  • 19 years ago

    by Sinister Soire

    comments are also greatly appreciated

  • 19 years ago

    by Sinister Soire

    thanx to any one that votes... please vote

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