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Fri, 22 Apr 2005
Water runs over my wheel, I turn the mighty stone so it may grind the
wheat. When my work is done the flour will be gathered and used to make
bread to feed many.When I smell the fresh scent of the bread I know my
toil was not in vain.
March 2005
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