The Corn Seller

The Corn Seller Stops at my half open window Seeing a prospective buyer Of his yellow pimpled corn. Putting on his finest grin He displays the bright beads of corn  Intricately poised Ready to be nibbled. When he grew corn in his field Little did he know that He was nurturing a legacy Which neverContinue reading “The Corn Seller”

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