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Into mellow fields, all manner of beings go. The bird to gather bug or seed, The workers with their hoes; And, maidens who gather stands of wheat In dresses that are blown.
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Sep 20, 2021
Sep 20, 2021 at 7:10 PM UTC
Autumn's Sweet Song
Into mellow fields, all manner of beings go. The bird to gather bug or seed, The workers with their hoes; And, maidens who gather stands of wheat In dresses that are blown.
sherlene2
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F/Webster, TX
Sep 20, 2021
Sep 20, 2021 at 7:10 PM UTC
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