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Dawn

The enemy crouches In the night To kill, steal and destroy When the morn awakes The sun uncovers The wicked deeds The farmer rises To admire in horror The painting of white-wash Decorated to each crop By the enemy at night

Copyright © | Year Posted 2013




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