Ode To Autumn
Just because it’s Autumn and this is beautiful. Ode To Autumn by John Keats SEASON of mists and mellow fruitfulness, Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun; Conspiring with him how to load and bless With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eaves run; To bend with apples the moss’d cottage-trees, 5 And […]
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