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Harvest

And in harvesting
there are memories.
the planting
And the work.
Do I not prejudice
And nourish the hardship
In order to Harvest in the spring?
And where shall I be?
When I am called to call?
When the elephant doth look me in in the eye
Do I say....
I remember?.....