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Farmland allowed to teacher

Many would have for it killed And blood of The Guiltless spilled, True Catholics to surprise, For it fight and let voice rise! An eye catching Rich Terrain That knows how to welcome rain; Enough to envy arouse Against its tiller a grouse For this I clench thankful fist Of one who knows how lips twist, The Disfavoured Man A Blouse, An ignited fury to douse, In this eyes gathering mist Boxers Glover tight at the Wrist! But Tillage an appointment I am a disappointment, Decrepit labor quite sure, Harvests that still leave one poor

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