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Accountancy 

It was a quiet day, I was driving around 
with my camera, but not in the mood
to take pictures of my Savannah
which is today a flat piece of land between
to hills that look like the bosom
of a golden queen 
I counted trees instead.
When 15, I worked in an accountancy office
mainly because my mother wanted me 
to go to work wearing a suit
It was boring for relief I made numbers
into human figures, I thought 8 was cute
the boss didn't, I was fired, and my mother brought
the suit back to the second-hand shop
I went back to school and trained as a cook
on ships, that was ok, but I got bored and
the hours were long
Back to school again, I became an officer doing the books
200 bushes and trees before the bridge
the  job has become superfluous, 
ships have crew
usually from India, often poorly paid
The technology is called
From the bridge to the village, I counted 
of Benafim, I counted 400 hundred olive trees
and 245 almond trees

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