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In the season of amber gold

snowbanks settle, shrink & glaze; Lilliputian rivers trickle-flow. & though calendars will not claim it so, (from winter) Spring & harvest days. for, pendant from every maple tree spiled & bucketed; girdled about

by a galvanized geometry,

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sure signs of retreat becoming a rout;

clear testament to the clocks of old

& the season of amber gold.

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