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When I seek a prize I truly can’t stop,

And I’m depressed to keep on seeking.

What’s a farmer to do when tending crops?

Especially if the yields seem to be peeking?

Rain and sunshine make plants grow…

With a fuck ton of dirt.

And I’ve repressed when I’m depressed

To maintain a sense of worth.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m happy.

But I set my targets high.

And don’t look at me like I’m sappy

if I want to scrape the sky.

And here I am lying, hearing

Sweating in the sun.

But are your actions endearing?

Or do you commit them just for fun?

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