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A vast plane of well-tilled land Now wakes from its frozen slumber With amber rippling through the sand. Wreathed with black and barren lumber, The grain sea-carpet but expands Til horizon of eyes’ wonder Meets the Mother sphere’s outstretched hand, Blessed by the Celest’ial Plumber. J.T. Krivda

posted on 03/23/13

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