If we get to pick our next lives, I want to be a farmer.
I want to plow fields in a red tractor.
I'm going to listen to Johnny Cash, drink a cold can of PBR and watch
the sun set as I leave tidy rows of overturned earth behind me.
In my next life, I'm getting out of the Barn Swallow business.
I'm going to be a farmer.
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