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Poem: The Brown Farm

Orange and Green
tangerines and oranges
this is the way to the brown farm
where people work from break of dawn
and never think they’ve worked too long.
picking and climbing,
huffing and puffing,
they work all day for damn little or nothing.
Orange and Green
Tangerines and Oranges
that’s why it’s called the brown farm.

(2015)

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