Once upon a time there was
a tree who sheltered farmers,
who tired themselves farming.
I am writing few lines on them,
Plough in to reap benefit for people
who live for us,
Sweat to lay hands to them who
love us,
Burden the country with great
luxury so that tomorrow when
my wife meets her employer,
He doesn't get thoughts of fuelling
our germs in their club of leichester,
but thinks of her as their bread winner.
Regards,
Tuli
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