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Feb 2016
On top of my labour
In the farmyard
I often proffer you
Milk, cheese, manure and hide
To render grand
Your life,
Then how come
You express
Your gratitude
With a knife?
A punitive measure may await one while expecting a reward.
Like an ox or a cow.which in a developing country are used for ploughing purpose
Written by
Alem Hailu GKristos  Ethiopia
(Ethiopia)   
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