The Pretty Harvest Of The Farmers' Scyths Poem by MOHAMMAD SKATI

The Pretty Harvest Of The Farmers' Scyths

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When summertime comes All the happy farmers come With their sharp scythes Ready to harvest all the Sweet spikes of grain Before summertime comes To its end.

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