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October, with its misty morns -- wakes one day to the hunter's horn. Full splendor of the Autumn leaves, red and gold the day receives. Foxes scramble upon the hills, and southbound songbirds: their farewell trill. Bee and beetle: their work is done; flowers fade beneath the amber sun. All hail the turning season now -- the farmer's put away his plow. Rejoice! The pumpkins in the fields --amidst the scarecrows as they kneel.
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Oct 24, 2014
Oct 24, 2014 at 3:49 PM UTC
October
October, with its misty morns -- wakes one day to the hunter's horn. Full splendor of the Autumn leaves, red and gold the day receives. Foxes scramble upon the hills, and southbound songbirds: their farewell trill. Bee and beetle: their work is done; flowers fade beneath the amber sun. All hail the turning season now -- the farmer's put away his plow. Rejoice! The pumpkins in the fields --amidst the scarecrows as they kneel.
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Oct 24, 2014
Oct 24, 2014 at 3:49 PM UTC
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