Those roaring waves look like Curly hair, Those ears of corn appear ripe In the vendor's hands, Those passing clouds cross into Those thirsty lands to water them, Those pretty words come out from Our mouths to glorify God, Those pretty spikes of grain appear For the farmer to harvest anytime, Those grains of sand move quickly In the desert to meet together, Those pretty pencils draw lovely pictures of those smiling kids, and So on........... ______________________________________________________________________
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