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Labor In The Field
Some were hired at the break of day, a price to work the field.
Then others hired each passing hour and given the same deal.
And when the eve was drawing nigh the Master with good will
looked out and saw some in the streets who yet were waiting still.
So, then he went to them and asked, "Why have ye labored not?"
They answered, "We have not been hired though labour we have...
Thursday 29th February 2024 7:06 pm
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