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November
The stripped and shapely
Maple grieves;
The ghosts of her
Departed leaves.
The ground is hard
As hard as stone.
The year is old
The birds are flown.
John Updike (1932 – )
Fits of Whimsy & Other Musings
The stripped and shapely
Maple grieves;
The ghosts of her
Departed leaves.
The ground is hard
As hard as stone.
The year is old
The birds are flown.
John Updike (1932 – )
