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Jun 2014
I ploughed the field
Back and forth,
I was good at it
Till that time,
It hit the stone
I nearly broke it.

Nearly bend it,
The pain It would have caused.

But I carried on,
AndΒ Β the field was ploughed.

Then I slept
As I had finished the job,
The satisfaction
On my face lasted
The night
As I slept sound
All night.
:)
Poetic T
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