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Oxford In The Autumn
As autumn's rusty fingers begin
to push their way through tired trees
So, the early dimming light
and spectral chill conspire
to gently sweep me back in time
It's Oxford in the autumn
nineteen; with eyes opening
A new life unfolding
cycling through the leaves
and sighing under bridges
Oxford in the autumn
that brick so old around me
broad streets, illogical lanes
busses and puddle...
Friday 30th October 2020 2:29 pm
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