Red eyes in the corn red eyes in the milk jug too red eyes in my red eyes

Seeds of pride bloom, but taste of folly lingers.

Hands in dark earth, water rises to meet the sky.

Man in glasses drinks from stone well among villagers.

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Nothing says bumper harvest like designer sunglasses.

Everyone brought binoculars except the one who needed them.