In which our hero, who was born to write songs, tries to figure out his life with help from the interviewer.
Tuesday, October 20, 2020
Bartlett pear
I am eating a Bartlett pear/ it did not grow in my backyard/ I know it was picked by hand/ by someone working really hard/ it's almost ripe and crunches/ but still is pretty sweet/ I just want the farmworkers to know/ I'm grateful for what I eat
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