There was a silent whisper from
my plow as. I was plowing the
field. With my one wheel plow
that was whispering as I push along the
field; with each passing though
do I feel As if it was getting to me
as the turning of the wheel kept whispering and making Mounds
of dirt my single wheel plow began
To whimper as it had a tatle tail cry
to it as the wheel keeps turning.
And connecting,...