When plague stones were needed
for the fear of farmers not wanting to get sick.
Get towns and city folks still need food to live.
Vinegar in the basin
for the coins to be dropped in.
Fished out by the farmers
who would leave the food close by
after they’d been paid.
Our homes now are things we are trapped in.
The sun still shines.
Farmers still grow food
and our money needs to be cleaned once again.
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