The Snakes of September (Stanley Kunitz Poem)
All summer I heard them rustling in the shrubbery, outracing me from tier to tier in my garden, a whisper ...
All summer I heard them rustling in the shrubbery, outracing me from tier to tier in my garden, a whisper ...
A cross of annuals, lovingly cared for, planted, watered, weeded on the lawn of the church, welcoming all A light ...
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