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Jan 2015
i wandered through the barley so beautiful and gold
so wonderful to touch so wonderful to hold.

underneath the sun growing oh so high
standing very upright reaching for the sky.

growing very free growing in the wild
looking very lovely so gentle meek and mild.

such a lovely site growing oh so tall
the memory of the barley field  i always will recall.
WILLIAM WORTHLESS
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