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Furrow face, deep ruts savage cuts that only time and years can plough fertile grain once waving yellow in your fields does not remain chaff blown brittle on the winter wind will settle now and then on barren land sadly turned to sand
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Aug 19, 2021
Aug 19, 2021 at 8:18 AM UTC
Furrow Face
Furrow face, deep ruts savage cuts that only time and years can plough fertile grain once waving yellow in your fields does not remain chaff blown brittle on the winter wind will settle now and then on barren land sadly turned to sand
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Aug 19, 2021
Aug 19, 2021 at 8:18 AM UTC
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