Is my own team ploughing&sowing I ask meself,
Like clouds I hope the team isn’t,
Team made of two, working a lifetime,
I dared to choose her, a teammate,
After fate set the tone.
Everyday I ask is my team ploughing?
Knowing sowing will let harvest joy, rain.
I say to the teammate,
I’m poor and I have is you,
Richness that’s unmeasured, treasured,
Nor pressured by common folks.
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