Last Crop

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Last Crop

 There goes the train,

Here comes the rain.

Beware of the drain,

Medicate your strain.

There is your seat,

Here is your sheet.

Beware of your feet,

Cool down your heat.

There comes the last stop,

Here is your top.

Beware of your drop,

No more you can hop.

Whatever you are farming,

is now your last crop.

-ADS©

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