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"MY SWEET CORN LADY" I planted your small seed of grain
On a rich part of my home land
Watered it with my own sweat
In order for you a healthy grow.

From time to time I come to visit you
How life is getting close as you grow
Eliminate any danger that is lurking on
That may damage your growing process

Then comes some drops of rain
That may help you quench your thirst
In a while, your bushels start to gleam
And soon it becomes a sweet sheen

Months passed and it's time to harvest
The fruits of what has been planted
I was so excited and baffled
To see a long-haired lady in green
with scarf on you gleam.

© Zenaida Laragan Taloza

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