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Mar 2022
Autumn give me your mists
and your warm soil,
squirrel pledge your kernels
of deciduous brown,
soon tall shadows
ply their density,
whilst the arcane wind is hazy,
as it soft-pedals on the meadowlands,
time picks the gourds of Autumn.
Antony Glaser
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Antony Glaser  60/M/croydon
(60/M/croydon)   
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