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Poetry: Ghost party
Candy apples, chocolate witches,Ghosts, and ghouls are everywhere,Little goblins trick-or-treating
Poetry: Ghost party
Candy apples, chocolate witches,Ghosts, and ghouls are everywhere,Little goblins trick-or-treating
Poetry: Last Rose
Like the crest of a giant wave,A warm Autumn dayHolds me up to the sun,Illuminating...
Poetry: Last Rose
Like the crest of a giant wave,A warm Autumn dayHolds me up to the sun,Illuminating...
Poetry: Autumn
That season of paradoxwhen plenitude lieson the kitchen tableready for cellar and canning
Poetry: Autumn
That season of paradoxwhen plenitude lieson the kitchen tableready for cellar and canning
Poetry: The Old-Time Recycler
She started sewing bloomers With “Quaker Oats” across the seat. She soon found, with some stitching, Flour sacks made a good bedsheet.
Poetry: The Old-Time Recycler
She started sewing bloomers With “Quaker Oats” across the seat. She soon found, with some stitching, Flour sacks made a good bedsheet.