WHEN HARVEST COMES..
When the sun shines twice
The moon too gains a courage absent
To the miner far away
In the lands fond of barrenness
And the climate so fierce
The reaping day is soon;
Only the two-efforted minor glads
To ye who sow at evening
Noons ain’t yours to reap
She will frown at your coming or going
-either way-
For no shadows are a clone
To the slightest of the views blurred
To ye who sow at sunrise
Too noon ain’t accormodative
Your fate ‘s a predetermine
Lying low or high;
Either the cheeky birds harvested on your sake
Or;
They were too linient for the late comer
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