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Agriculture cheating job

Their soil they no longer till, As they couldn’t eat their fill From a hopeful food storage Of last year’s superb courage. Now, they ‘re hoping on a job That their kinfolks dreamily mob; A much-money-spinning job That hands for farmwork rob And has already grabbed their Bob… Some restlessness in a giant mill At the foot of a sacred hill That workers don’t permit to be still Nor Bob allow to take his pill Through wearisome work blood spill Though it would take not Bob’s will… Rightly, an Agriculture-Cheating Job Paying enough one can’t snob.

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