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Woe Old Michigan\'s barn, falling bit by bit..

In Michigan's fields, a barn did stand,
Built in 1906, by skilled hand.
Home to young cattle and cows in line,
A place where history intertwined.
Joy camp visited, memories made,
In its shadows, laughter played.
But time took its toll, the roof did sag,
The owner's decision, to let it lag.
No more the sounds of cattle low,
Or milking routines, all in a row.
The barn now stands, weathered and worn,
A silent tribute to days long gone.
Gone are the days of bustling charm,
Now we mourn the old Michigan barn.
In its decay, a story told,
Of times gone by, of days of old.
#JoyCamp and
Joy Camp..

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