By David Wrolson
I love the ragged edges of the land
The odd corner, the brush pile
The rocky shore calls to me
Farmers hate odd-shaped fields
I am a farmer, but I love odd-shaped fields
They are just more interesting
My heart breaks every day
The ragged edges of the land are going away
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