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Friday, September 23, 2011

First Day of Fall

Autumn
The morns are meeker than they were,
     The nuts are getting brown;
The berry's cheek is plumper,
     The rose is out of town.

The maple wears a grayer scarf,
     The field a scarlet gown.
Lest I should be old-fashioned,
     I'll put a trinket on.
-Emily Dickinson

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