Fables of the Great Famine.
Blue, red, gray hoodies, dirty jeans, cold cracked fingers, breath steaming in the chilly dawn. Hundreds in line before sunrise for one dozen openings as day-harvesters in the groves.
Swing low, sweet cherry picker.
Fables of the Great Famine.
Blue, red, gray hoodies, dirty jeans, cold cracked fingers, breath steaming in the chilly dawn. Hundreds in line before sunrise for one dozen openings as day-harvesters in the groves.
Swing low, sweet cherry picker.