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Our Garden

The long straight rows were started and planted and the gardener though versa tired was thankit ---
at five next morn from sleep awakened'd by cawing crows - he swears'tis true - he he and them say with raucous vim, "Corn! Corn! - Its Burpee's Golden Bantam
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The dimuenda crows by distance softened down became an echo in his dreams, where beside the peaceful river the breezes whispered this refrain:
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