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our life cycle
Contributed by
fish
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Friday, 29th January 2010 @ 04:08:39 PM in AEST
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We toil and toil tilling
With our sweat ***** the soil
Yet merrily singing our song
From the cocks crow till the sun goes home
The harvest is non-the-less
Still in music and songs
Trekking like to the end-of-the-world
Load-laden till our necks go sour
With stock in ban to feed the whole clan
By moonlight we woo to win more hands
Till mandiang comes back a-round
Bringing us to the start of the round
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2010-01-29 16:08:39]
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Re: our life cycle
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by northernlights on
Friday, 29th January 2010 @ 10:44:06 PM AEST
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| Endless back breaking work and yet the soul still sings well captured Anna |
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