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A new day a new haiku
On millions of straws
Even the heaviest head
Can rest safe and sound
Dry and dusty straw
Folded into golden bricks
Who could ask for more?
Seeds become barley
Barley will become straw bales
Bales become buildings
Bathed in harvest glow
Straw strewn blankets, pillow bales
Sleep under the stars
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