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    O Baker Farm!
               "Landscape where the richest element
                Is a little sunshine innocent." ...
               "No one runs to revel
                On thy rail-fenced lea." ...
               "Debate with no man hast thou,
                   With questions art never perplexed,
                As tame at the first sight as now,
                   In thy plain russet gabardine dressed." ...
               "Come ye who love,
                   And ye who hate,
                Children of the Holy Dove,
                   And Guy Faux of the state,
                And hang conspiracies
                From the tough rafters of the trees!"
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