A reper seeks the mouth of his crop eaters;
in march and April the season begins
with darkers nights from skies without stars.
it's then that success packs up all precious things
for the upcrawling dawn at light's entrance.
the field is brightened at the end of sowing,
is fecund into the palms of eating hands
who complain that the grass were green
but the mowers who keeps the cycle were few.
so that the remnants were hay-like and queue.
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