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The Old Family Farm By DyAnna Grondahl
A little rundown farmhouse. Turkey feathers in the barn. This is where my dad grew up The Grondahl family farm. It is cold and empty now A bitter breeze creates the only sound In this place once bursting Six brothers brawled in their bedroom. This was my family legacy Until they tore it down. |