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Ode to Autumn

Ode to Autumn by John Keats Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness,    Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;Conspiring with him how to load and bless    With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run;To bend with apples the moss’d cottage-trees,    … Read More

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Gathering Leaves

Biretta tip to the Laudator Robert Frost, Gathering Leaves:     Spades take up leaves    No better than spoons,    And bags full of leaves    Are light as balloons.     I make a great noise    Of rustling all day    Like rabbit and … Read More

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