In spring he plows and tills the field,A farmer’s work is never done, All day long, thru dusk from dawn. His back is sore, his hands are rough, There never is quite time enough. Hoping for the biggest yield. Makes neat rows, through aching heels, Strings the nets and pounds in steel. Warmer …
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