A Poem for Homar:

O Yellow Father, with teeth of porcelain and mouth of hair,

We thank thee for thine crops and wheat, which ye by self hath solely sown,

The barley is as Yellow as thine golden skin, the wheat as brown as thine gentle muzzle,

We thank thee for playing a fundamental role in every major scientific advancement over the past twelve decades, and for inventing the Industrial Revolution.

Praise this good Homar, for this year we will eat food again.

You are away, but never far.





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