Tag: Glory
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Some of the trees in August (a poem)
Some of the trees in August around hereget a jump-start on the seasonThey drop their golden bladeson grass that still requires twice-a-fortnight mowing They don’t get the noticethat their cousins in October getbut it’s a portent of things to come It’s as if they are heralding a greater, later eventA glory that isyet to be…
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