Unutterably Repugnant
abundance beckons...
devil's squeal of glee...
~ harvest shared... only with me...
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'When you reap the harvest of your land,
do not reap the corners of your field or
pick up the gleanings your harvesters
drop. Leave them for the poor and the
stranger. I am the Lord, your God.'
Leviticus 23:22.
Copyright © Gershon Wolf | Year Posted 2022
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