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My assistant. The evil feline.
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Autumn ripens the corn.
You pick the yellow ears,
Carry them from the field,
Rich, satisfying loads.
The garden’s final yield
Now harvested, the ground
Worked and manured, prepared
For Spring, put out of mind,
You must saw, split, bringing in,
And store your winter wood.
And thus the year comes round.
-The Farm, Wendell Berry.
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