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Poem: A Farmer from the South 

I am a farmer from the South; nothing in my pocket but oranges. Look at my face, it is brown and look at my hands, they are white. I am from here, from the south, an Eastern man with a dreamy soul. Yes, I am a dreamer from the South; my heart bears nothing but simple love and my mouth smiles without cause.
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