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Jerusalem

A Young Farmer Was Plowing His Field One Summer Morning. The Sun
Shone, The Grass Sparkled With Dew, And The Air Was So Light And
Bracing That No Words Can Describe It. The Horses Were Frisky From
The Morning Air, And Pulled The Plow Along As If In Play. They Were
Going At A Pace Quite Different From Their Usual Gait; The Man Had
Fairly To Run To Keep Up With Them.


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