Regrow 
Father
This vid’s got me, all lank and lad, sans clue. 
So cold, it’s thirty years the past, before 
the desktop factory. We farmers grew 
the nourish people ate. Beyond that door 
I’m mocking at, our cows and corn were store 
for slaught. Oh, stupid kit, why curse me why? 
Back then, for us to live, they had to die.
 
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