So many parchments
Everybody own some
Manna for the people
From heavens it drops
When all is garnered
Deficit crops itself up
Miniature implements
To the minimum abide
A few stretches
A few till them
Manna for the people
From heavens it drops
When all is garnered
Surplus presents itself
Mechanized tools
To the maximum abide
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