A farmer who planted a stone for the many seasons. He hoed and weeded for many years. The time of hervesting come around. The bewers were compelled, the cooks were forced prepared favorite foods, the drappers made the day clothes colourful, the praisers chanted energies to wake the navous of the the audience, the rhythms of the hervesting drums dragged the legs of slogans. The hervesting of planted stones made to dance, drunk and dream of bumpered profits. It made a stickwalk masquerade to fall for the fools. The night come to count the gains and losts. The farmers uprooted their planted stones as they sowed the seeds. Takes and gives to where needed, never to the burial merriments and jollifications.
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