the farm was fucking arctic tonight. there was only one hose on the entire farm that wasn't completely frozen solid so i had to improvize with intricate networkings of hose segments and buckets and melting ice with my hands. i also had to break ice in all the water buckets so the goats could hydrate. fricking goats. grow a brain and break your own
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What surprises me the most about our class writing poetry is just how goddamned good EVERYONE is. It's amazing. You're no exception- I love it.
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i wonder what the guys at my construction job would think of me if i suggested it...
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