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An Autumn Sketch

Tonight the rain comes pattering on my roof, It taps as would a prancing horse’s hoof. All day the leaden sky foreboded rain, The thirsty earth had waited long in vain. The bronzed leaves strewn thickly everywhere Are now a sodden mass, with trees left bare. How drearily the autumn trudges on, The days are somber, grey, […]

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