Seeds in my Pocket

I’m a farmer, you see. I don’t have much need for gold. The fancy shoes won’t do me any good in the spit. My vocabulary ain’t the biggest because I got no need to talk in words with more than three syllables. I got no plans of being an author of some grand book. Heck, I don’t even read when I’m out in the outhouse.

No sir. I like being ignorant; no good ever came to a man by knowing. Only thing I learned in school, is that if you got a three apples; you share one with your best friend and another one to the person who doesn’t have any. The world got nothing to do with me.

Chicken feed me breakfast and lunch. Sheeps for dinner. Rabbits when I have guests. A horse to take me anywhere I want to go. I’m living the life the good lord intended for me. I keep seeds in my pocket, so wherever I go, I can plant some life. When it is all said and done, my kids will take over where I left off and that will be the end of the line for me.

But you don’t have any kids.

Shoot… You’re right. I don’t got any kids. I guess we should get started on that part, don’t you think.

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