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Goodbye
Replete with woodland’s banquet, now the flocks
Begin to gather for their winter break;
As trees cast off autumnal russet frocks,
A rustling blanket in the summer’s wake.
Then swirling, now transparent, now opaque,
A roiling cloud that stains the sunset sky,
Till all at once a shared consensus makes
A turn, to arrow swiftly up so high,
Without a backward look, nor pause to ...
Saturday 13th October 2018 12:43 am
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