I began to pour the whiskey; the drought detrimentally hits my psyche. My melancholy was a symbol of how low things had gotten.
Yet, the history of farming has shown us we could still get a sign that things would get better; maybe we will eventually have a week of rain where our crops would thrive, and we could slide into the red with our harvest. Our human rights end as we want to experience them, end with the constant onslaught of a tested life, bringing hardship to the people. Thankfully, the government helps us during these crises with subsidies.
I Write Her 
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Thank you so much! 🙂
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Your welcome
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they get more out of less
and paid to lay in the shade
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But the government is too big!
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NAW WE NEED TO LIMIT THE MADNESS AND STUPIDITY OF THE GOP LED STATES. I LIVE IN UTAH MORMONVILLE AND THESE LEADERS ARE LITERALLY FUCKING IDIOTS BOCKS. IN SHORT GROW THAT MOTHER OUT BEBBE.
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Had a feeling you might take it that way. It was meant to be sarcastic. I’m in agreement with you.
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oh gosh. well i could write a tome about how much i abhor marvel movies. whatcha think?
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Let’s not.
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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We got a whisper of moisture this afternoon, hopefully more tonight.
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I’ll keep my fingers crossed!
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Awesome use of all these words.
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Thank you so much, Sadje!
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You’re welcome my friend
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