a day at the vineyard
such is a routine plantation life
rise at sunrise and rest at sunset
a day with its strain and strife
and a night free from regret
slavery is not bad, at least secure
a life accommodated in all measure
no worry about boarding for life or posterywise
nor outstanding in any field for Nobel Prize
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Author:
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