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    A poem describes how a cuckoo's call would wake people each morning to start plowing their fields. The people find fruits less flavorful in February compared to June, and over the years the land had to endure monsoon or drought due to the sun and clouds fighting, making the mortals focus only on coping with diminished resources.

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    A poem describes how a cuckoo's call would wake people each morning to start plowing their fields. The people find fruits less flavorful in February compared to June, and over the years the land had to endure monsoon or drought due to the sun and clouds fighting, making the mortals focus only on coping with diminished resources.

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    The Flightless Bird by Aizuddin

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    A poem describes how a cuckoo's call would wake people each morning to start plowing their fields. The people find fruits less flavorful in February compared to June, and over the years the land had to endure monsoon or drought due to the sun and clouds fighting, making the mortals focus only on coping with diminished resources.

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    The Flightless Bird by Aizuddin

    Once, every morning, a cuckoo was heard,

    Ear – piercing, thus woke those who in slumber

    To start plowing their dirt.

    They thought that the fruits in February

    Are less succulent than in June.

    As most of them are less flavorful

    Like an apple to a prune.

    And over the years, sun and cloud fought

    Causing the land to suffer monsoon or drought.

    Yet the mortals can only think

    On what to make of a diminished thing.

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