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388 4/9/1925-4.
The sedges flaunt their harvest In every meadow nook And asters by the brookeside Make asters in the brooke
From dewy lanes at morning The grapes' sweet odors rise At noon the roads all flutter with yellow butterflies.
By all these lovely tokens September days are here With Summers best of weather And Autumns best of cheer.
Mary Reading Nichols Sect'y.
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