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I've seven supernova all Gathered in a heap, They're rotting under hessian And their own dull heat. The planting came in autumn: Winter's for the sleep and Springtime's slumber wakening. Summer scythes, summer reaps, Summer's plenty, summer feasts. Summer plunders. Spring is sweet, Autumn's old and winter sleeps-- Good lord, what did my summer reap?
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Sep 21, 2016
Sep 21, 2016 at 7:28 AM UTC
Harvest
I've seven supernova all Gathered in a heap, They're rotting under hessian And their own dull heat. The planting came in autumn: Winter's for the sleep and Springtime's slumber wakening. Summer scythes, summer reaps, Summer's plenty, summer feasts. Summer plunders. Spring is sweet, Autumn's old and winter sleeps-- Good lord, what did my summer reap?
andrew-lees
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Sep 21, 2016
Sep 21, 2016 at 7:28 AM UTC
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