Paul Gerard Reed

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Summer Has Gone

We trod with muddy shoes
Amongst autumn's new-won hues
As the slate grey sea boiled and churned
Clover and thistle at our feet
Had replaced buttercup sweet
'Alas! the frail Summer has turned'

What hopes we had for tomorrow
Now washed through with sorrow

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