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 Help Wanted:  Summer Job

It won't be long before it's time to detassel,
toiling with crops can be quite a hassle.
Down each row and back again,
with that hot sweet smell in the wind.
To some detasseling's quite a chore,
to others it can be quite a bore.
Yet, there's a small quote that seems rather tall,
"Do the job right or not at all".
Neil Wood employs a lot of young kids each year,
giving them a few bucks to buy things they find dear.
So early in the morning if you see school busses around.
They're not going to school but, to pound the ground.
Like a small army they march all as one,
in the blistering heat from the rising Sun.
When the battle ends between plant and man,
next year's corn will be the best it can.
Stretching up tall towards the sky,
making food and energy for you and I.

Good Luck Neil

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