And on the eighth day, God looked down on his planned paradise and said, I need a caretaker.

So God made a farmer.

God said I need somebody willing to get up. So God made a farmer.

God said I need somebody willing to get up before dawn, milk cows work all day in the fields,

milk cows again, eat supper, then go to town and stay past midnight at a meeting of the

school board. So God made a farmer. God said I need

somebody willing to sit up all night with a newborn coat and watch it die and dry his

eyes and say maybe next year.

I need somebody who can shape an axe hand bull from a persimmons sprout,

shoe a horse with a hunk of car tire,

who can make harness out of hay, wire, feed, sacks and shoe scraps.

Through planting time and harvest season

will finish his 40 hour week by Tuesday noon

and then pain in from tractor back, put in another 72 hours.

So God made a farmer.

God said, I need somebody strong enough to clear trees and

heave veils. It had to be somebody who would plow deep and straight and not cut corners.

Somebody to seed, weed, feed, feed breed and rake and

disc and plow and plant and tie the fleece and strain the milk. America.

The group plants with artificial manure is we make artificial plants which create artificial panorals

animals which then convert into artificial people who can only be kept

alive with artificial.

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