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Fall - In Merrie Olde England 2 - Heckerty
I remember when I was a young witch sitting at my desk in witch school learning poems about Autumn. One by John Keats, I remember him well, was called To Autumn and started: “Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness! Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;” I never did learn any more of it. Like most …