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A new day a new haiku
My bare feet can feel
Wet grass giving way to steel
Is this new day real?
I turn it over
Let the sun shine a new light
And cure my wind woes
Golden hay crackles
As the sun scorches each blade
Tomorrow we bale
The scythe slides softly
With gentle grace, through the grass
Sunshine alchemy
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