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THE HARVEST
Oh, the harvest with ripened dew
The farmer rejoices
The colors of the harvest
Are to each season anew
Oh, the harvest with its
colors about.....to the eye
for beholding a lovely sound
the machinery; no limits.
Quite right for rejoicing again I say
Because it's all ready to unfold
Reflections of the season's delight
It was a timely sight to behold.
Michaela Warren 2011
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