Harvesting
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Happy fields
Happy faces
In the season
Of harvesting
When the crop
Is taller than you
And you can hide
Inside its density
No melancholy
Can sneak in
Amid the hands working
Fiercely
Gathering and making
Bundles of their toil
And storing good luck
In their barns.
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