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North gusts rush the trees Oak and Birch clap twirling leaves Swelling squalls sing through the boughs As autumn grows in the Ramapoughs Dogwood berries a scarlet scant Branch and limb shake and chant Woodchucks forage a forest floor Red Maple's rust transpose a score Pine scented chill of an early morn Convection fog on a bog forlorn Ascending sun an orange congeal Summer’s fate a cycles seal But green plumes still shout a season’s glory Closing the chapter on a summer’s story Cold Canadian highs hard by my home As autumn grows in the Ramapoughs Oakland 10/05/88 Charlie Parker with Strings: Autumn in New York
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Oct 17, 2013
Oct 17, 2013 at 5:15 PM UTC
Autumn Grows in the Ramapoughs
North gusts rush the trees Oak and Birch clap twirling leaves Swelling squalls sing through the boughs As autumn grows in the Ramapoughs Dogwood berries a scarlet scant Branch and limb shake and chant Woodchucks forage a forest floor Red Maple's rust transpose a score Pine scented chill of an early morn Convection fog on a bog forlorn Ascending sun an orange congeal Summer’s fate a cycles seal But green plumes still shout a season’s glory Closing the chapter on a summer’s story Cold Canadian highs hard by my home As autumn grows in the Ramapoughs Oakland 10/05/88 Charlie Parker with Strings: Autumn in New York
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Oct 17, 2013
Oct 17, 2013 at 5:15 PM UTC
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