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Mischievous wind blows On the sun kissed field Graceful barley bows To indicate its servility Under the whopping sky. Soon it is time for a Masterful peasant To humbly show its Joy and respect And worship the harvest. In the sun kissed field Under that golden shield.
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Aug 23, 2014
Aug 23, 2014 at 9:43 AM UTC
Harvest Day
Mischievous wind blows On the sun kissed field Graceful barley bows To indicate its servility Under the whopping sky. Soon it is time for a Masterful peasant To humbly show its Joy and respect And worship the harvest. In the sun kissed field Under that golden shield.
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Aug 23, 2014
Aug 23, 2014 at 9:43 AM UTC
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