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  • The smell of the river, midsummer, slimy and insect repellent
    The cicada's chirping all day, crickets take up the chorus at night,
    bare legs whipped by the long seed heads which smell like hay,
    the stones are too hot for bare feet,
    the cool river relieves aching bodies, exhausted from a day in the hot sun,
    arms scratched raw from the raspberry canes,
    fingers will be stained for a month after the picking season is over
    and the posh bird in the bank will stare... pityingly
    she doesn't know you earn $100 a day, live in one of the most beautiful locations in the world,
    make life long friendships, pay no bills, have barbeque's for breakfast,
    the boss hands you a can of beer at the end of the day and feeds you organic home-grown food,
    You will never feel this free again.
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