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Runnerbeans
All these rows of runnerbeans
Peach sun yawns on Autumn dawns
The Czechs, Slovaks, Poles and me
Push creaking barrows wearily
To reap the harvest greenery
And through the lanes of leafy canes
Through green bean maze and orange haze
An angel met my gaze
So hypnotised, I stare a while
Her tiny hands and timid smile
And I could only dream that she
would one day lie this close to me
And we would share the memories
of runnerbeans and days like these
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