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They sprung us forward,
Though I have no field to tend,
Sleepy, all for naught...
Though I have no field to tend,
Sleepy, all for naught...
© Jeremy L. Heath, 2026. All rights reserved
Blessed father, happy husband, proud Hoosier and unrepentant American. All poetry on this blog is my own unless otherwise noted. NOTE: My poetry may NOT be used by other individuals, corporations, or for AI purposes without express written permission.
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