A grain of wheat can be easily found In a spike of grain, A spike of grain can be easily found In a green field, A loaf of bread is made from grains of Wheat brought from spikes of grain, then The baker turns them into pretty bread To be turned later into pretty loaves We buy them for ourselves, It's a long process, but People don't feel this, Our bread is Heaven's blessed giving To us in a long, long process, We get things easily, but They take a long process Until we get them Ready for us.
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