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Autumn
by Emily Dickinson
The morns are meeker than they were,
The nuts are getting brown;
The berry's cheek is plumper,
The rose is out of town.
{Nope, not these Old Roses, not yet}
The maple wears a gayer scarf,
{Yes, 'tis true}
The field a scarlet gown.
Lest I should be old-fashioned,
I'll put a trinket on.
{Do you remember this, Penny?}
-smile-
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by Emily Dickinson
The morns are meeker than they were,
The nuts are getting brown;
The berry's cheek is plumper,
The rose is out of town.
{Nope, not these Old Roses, not yet}The maple wears a gayer scarf,
{Yes, 'tis true}The field a scarlet gown.
Lest I should be old-fashioned,
I'll put a trinket on.
{Do you remember this, Penny?}-smile-
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