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Good brown earth cracks and folds and tips and tumbles rolls and flips and slides and crumbles moved in space by a tractors churning, bitter specks of last year’s burning buried deep in a seasons turning where once the plough horse trod with grace heavy feet at a slower pace there lives a fertile planting space of furrowed ridges, rips and rows and the hop and hollow of taunting crows
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Apr 14, 2024
Apr 14, 2024 at 12:18 PM UTC
Tractor
Good brown earth cracks and folds and tips and tumbles rolls and flips and slides and crumbles moved in space by a tractors churning, bitter specks of last year’s burning buried deep in a seasons turning where once the plough horse trod with grace heavy feet at a slower pace there lives a fertile planting space of furrowed ridges, rips and rows and the hop and hollow of taunting crows
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Apr 14, 2024
Apr 14, 2024 at 12:18 PM UTC
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