Shownotes
Farming is cheaper than therapy
But a high soul for honest souls
Wise under splendors to control
His whole strength within the soul
Grows a new life within his grain
He must see Nature with a day
Though the wind through his branches blow.
Tweed is no soil he cannot see,
Nor only fillet with his core.
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