From: LadyRain (Original Message) | Sent: 9/2/2006 2:05 AM |
Change of Days Golden Gowns sweep Over hills and fields Beyond which sleep Mountains craggy. Russet robes slowly Drawn on reaching limb Of blackest oak surely Herald the season. Arise and awake Lazy ones who shirk! ‘Tis time to take Our Harvest in. September 1, 2006 | |
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