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Farmers roaming around their fields for hours, 

Waiting for their seeds to become flowers, 

Spending countless hours without a minute to lose

Providing our families with fresh produce. 

 

Rain or Shine,

They’re watching their vines,

How can we ever show enough gratitude, 

For a service that’s of great magnitude. 

Farmers

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