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Autumn
I love the good fellow democracy of autumns wild flowers. Among the goldenrod and black eyed susans and the various members of the aster clan th
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blog post in Margaret Jarek
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Autumn Wind
I am dancing to the music of the autumn wind as he pipes his way across this meadow that lies at the summit of a hill. I am dancing with the myri
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blog post in Margaret Jarek
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Autumns Ebb
These sun drenched autumn days will pass. Even though the bees still drone among the late blooming flowers, The bugling call of the Canadian gee
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One More Autumn
The sunlight of autumn is like golden honey that flowers across the hills and through the valleys a final benevolent blessing from the heart of th
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