The big doors of the country barn stand open and ready
The dried grass of the harvest time loads the slow-drawn wagon,
The clear light plays on the brown gray and green intertinged,
The armfuls are packed to the sagging mow. ~ Walt Whitman
The dried grass of the harvest time loads the slow-drawn wagon,
The clear light plays on the brown gray and green intertinged,
The armfuls are packed to the sagging mow. ~ Walt Whitman
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Apple-picking time...
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