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Abstract

"The earth, so rich, her bounty vast

A feast for all we thought would last.

But golden grain and ruby vine

Are now just marks, their rights confined.

Nestlé lays its claim, as if the earth's flow

Were theirs to hold, to bend, to grow..."

DOI

https://doi.org/10.21427/agfm-e267

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