Birdnote sounding here and there,
A bloom, where leaves are brown and sober,
Warm noons, and nights with frosty air,
And loaded wagons say, October. ~ Thomas Stephens Collier
A bloom, where leaves are brown and sober,
Warm noons, and nights with frosty air,
And loaded wagons say, October. ~ Thomas Stephens Collier
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