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Bus's boarded window

Bus's boarded window Crop Pickers -

Old womyn in stooped labor Luscious fields

Overshadowed by brown cracked

Hands.

The sun was bright

My back ached in harmony

This blue blazing coast

Still green country, rich manured

Soil accepting ashes of lost people

Found through easy wages.

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