A well upholstered cow
Is a sofa for three bluebottles
In a cellar of the field
A mole extends his carpet
Scarecrow acts as a stand
For a plastic bag
Trees are in with the fittings
The duck pond's a perfect mirror
Clouds peer into it
Long runners of grain
Climb the golden stairway of the hills
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