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VERSE FREED to cantenate

Lost in the soft mist of a Setember dawn Rain dropped leaves spotted gold molder in the dew A final hurrah in our rosebed as the last Autumn colours are lost in winter snow So slowly little flakes become larger flakes- all around the silence of an empty house.

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