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Father Farmer

Wednesday, August 5, 2009
Golden leaves, sun rays -
Bends, reaps; blisters on the hand;
Sweat, acres of land.

Wind blows; whistle sound;
Mountain towers; back and near;
Birds sing; blue sky.

Children run, play, laugh -
Echoing joy from afar;
Smiling from here.

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