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As a child, I loved the sacks of seed
That slumbered in the barn like slack-mouthed toads.
I'd plunge small wrists for pleasure in the amber pellets,
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I love your descriptions which draw the reader into the reality of the scene. 'Then came the harvest, turning wheel of the cart. The field, alive wth farmhands, whistling, cursing. Grey rats scuttling; combine clacking, cutting etc..'.
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8/7/2025 2:19:23 PM # 1.0.0
A nice descriptive poem..........................