Our bread is heaven's gift To us anytime... We work hard By day and by night To get some pretty loaves To ourselves... Out of those spikes of grain We get those pretty grains of wheat Which are turned into flour that Any bakery turns into different kinds of Loaves anytime... We buy bread everyday just To get some loaves for our meals... Without those pretty loaves of bread, then Our table is meaningless... We all love bread... ______________________________________________________________________
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