On sunlit days

We venture out

To do our chores under the sky

With grueling tasks to undertake

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You fed the chickens, milked the cows

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And I raked hay

That laid in my barns for days

And led the white sheep to pasture

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We dwell-ed on neighboring farms

But our paths never crossed

As we rushed to do our chores

Our steadfast eyes never strayed

Beyond our adjoining fence

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We passed each other for months

Not giving heed that you could be

The one for me

Dressed in those raggedy clothes

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When I happen to come upon you

I was not impressed

By the way you were dressed

For it could cause a person distress

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“You’re a farm girl,” I said

“Who wants to be with a farm girl?”

Little did I know

You thought the same about me

It was clear to see

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As I got to know you

My eyes were opened

To the beauty that you really were

You threw off your farming garb

And passed by me

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I said, “My, Oh My!  Have me

Before I die”

You replied, “Change those clothes

And let’s see if we can fly”

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