Ploughing the field is a choice one made
Or had to come through in times of rain, shine and darkness
The plow may stop you by the slip on the igneous rock
Or by the soft brush of the body of the reptile
It may alert you by the scrub of gold
Stopping the exploration forever
Smash and grab if you like
Unlike the stop and go caused by loose, win
Find and loss
N Nkuna 12 June 2013
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