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“In pensive mood I trod My garden plot one day;…”

Autumn Sighs By Cyril Robert In pensive mood I trod My garden plot one day; October’s smile was weary so! It’s green was gloomy gray. Where are the strains of summer gone? Its sun the livelong day? With sudden sadness … Continue reading

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