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1407 A Field of Stubble, lying sere Beneath the second Sun— Its Toils to Brindled People thrust— Its Triumphs—to the Bin— Accosted by a timid Bird Irresolute of Alms— Is often seen—but seldom felt, On our New England Farms— Edited by Peter Carter
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