Black Friday

On looking over my harvest field,
To see what crop my life might yield,
I was amazed to find its state,
For I had left it to its fate.

After seeing red almost all year,
Night’s darkness during day appeared,
And so a profit came to me,
There was fruit where fruit should be.

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