Every night
he prepared the soil,
Until his
work was done,
Planting
potatoes by moonlight,
Pole beans
in the sun,
When nights
were long,
A casual man
was he,
Dancing
naked down the rows,
Natural as
can be,
A lonely
woman,
From her
window perchance,
Saw his organic
style,
It was love
at first glance.
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