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     While sitting here on my font porch
I think I saw the guy to take the blame
For all this rain from the sky
'Cause i have watched for several months
He plows his field in vain
No sooner does he finish and it begins to rain
There is no way to calculate the odds that you would get
That he would simply plow a field and always end up wet
He comes to till the field turning soil with a plow
Goes back and forth the whole day long behind his carabao
And everything he finishes at last his work is done
The sun is shining brightly and perhaps he think he's won.
You know it can't rain everyday and he deserves a break.
I mean there's only so much a  man should take,
Yet once again just like it did now several times before,
that very night the clouds arrive
The rain begins to pour
Now when the clouds have lifted with ending of the flood
He sees the place for planting corn is now a sea of mud
But don't you think with all of this he'd get in his head to say
'The hell with raising corn I'm raising rice instead"
"And even if that doesn't work
I know just what to do
I'll name my swamp Balili 2 and sell it to Cebu

                                                                     by:LUCY DARVIN