There is a mint In my front yard The rich gold Banked Beneath the sugar maple I feel wealthy The beauty So grand That passersby Slow to take In the sight It is the blessing Of fall When nature Gives its final gift Before it Brings on death The exposed skeletons Of the trees The …
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