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September

Its September Where is your rain muse ? weve got our Autumn I'm drawing a line on Summer past like some bedraggled piston its chore has gone The buddleia is slightly drawn and the red roses have died down The Fern tree is re-splendid in its promise potted under my Robina and weve got our spinach to grow for spring

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