Although I am made of stuffing and straw
And sit motionless in sun and rain,
Although I cannot speak a word and
Will eventually deteriorate, still I live.
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Makes me think of Dorothy, in The Wizard Of Oz, saying goodbye to the scarecrow, who she says she'll miss most of all....Thanks for the memory stored away in the cornfield of my thoughts...PEACE
this is so unique, inspires me to write one on scarecrow.