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Read this poem by Ruth Belknap and tell us what it is about:
Up in the morning I must rise
Before I've time to rub my eyes...
But, Oh! It makes my heart to ache,
I have no bread till I can bake,
And then, alas! it makes me sputter,
For I must churn or have no butter.
Farming families had to work hard to make their own bread and butter.