Thinner
Thinner
Thinner - the potatoes are getting thinner.
The green plants are growing black
The smell of rot sits heavy on the fields.
Thinner - the money purse is getting thinner.
The coins are few and far between.
The sound of metal is rarer and rarer.
Thinner - our bodies are growing thinner.
People turn into walking corpses
The scent of death sits heavy on Eire.
Thinner - the towns are growing thinner.
Houses are tumbled to make way for English sheep
The smell of livestock is heavy on the moors.
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