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1. about 3 hours ago on That is Priceless

   /// In twelve years the Dane fathers a daughter,

   who grows up to despise frigid water.

   So his sun-loving kid

   takes a job in Madrid,

   where a cad from Cádiz lessons taught her.

2. about 3 hours ago on That is Priceless

   /// One need not have an IQ profound

   to drop handsful of seeds on the ground.

   As across fields he’s hiking,

   he daydreams he’s a Viking

   (who ran into a large rock and drowned).

3. about 4 hours ago on That is Priceless

   /// Many times on that rock he would trip.

   Tried to pick it up— can’t get a grip.

   From a glacier it came;

   in a way it’s the same

   as an iceberg. That’s only the tip!

4. about 12 hours ago on That is Priceless

   That’s where he hides the spare key to the farmhouse.

5. about 12 hours ago on That is Priceless

   /// He may fantasize he’s on a train

   near a beauty with whom he has lain,

   but his work makes him jolly;

   he is not melancholy,

   nor a hot-blooded Don— he’s a Dane.

6. about 13 hours ago on That is Priceless

   /// If the birds could be chased from his field,

   all the seeds they don’t eat increase yield.

   Then the sower looked ‘round

   for his horse-hassling hound.

   A loud whistle, and then the dog heeled.

7. about 22 hours ago on That is Priceless

   /// He has worked this land nearly since birth;

   farming made him a Man of the Earth.

   Endless back-breaking toil

   yields a crop from the soil,

   but in kroner he hasn’t much worth.

8. about 22 hours ago on That is Priceless

   /// Sun and water each keep plants alive,

   and the soil’s richness helps them to thrive.

   Dog and horses ensure

   there is always manure,

   but his new, clean boots may not survive.

9. about 23 hours ago on That is Priceless

   /// As he scatters the seed at his feet,

   the plowed furrows are not very neat.

   And that’s why this crop grows

   in odd haphazard rows.

   His dull sickle creates shredded wheat.

10. about 23 hours ago on That is Priceless

    /// Cross the newly plowed field strides A Sower.

    This is winter wheat (grows a bit slower).

    He will harvest the crop

    with a sickle to chop

    it down. (No one’s invented the mower.)