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AUTUMN. The crimson leaves are falling, Thick as snow thoy flutter down Into heaps of coloured beauty On tho green, dew-sprinkled ground. The summer days are fleeing ,quicldy, To the lands across tho sea; Lady Autumn casts soft colours Down upon each forest tree. The harvesters arc gathering The golden corn and wheat; The poppies wave their blood-red heads The autumn days to greet. . KOMA HOGGAED.. Lower-Hutt. '■ • ' "THE FAIRIES." Tho,fairies do sing, ' Each'night in a ring I hear them, but, 10, Cannot .bcq them. Oh! How I wish-1 could., .-.. Don't jroul. . cutiLYNUT . | Pahiat.ua. -' j
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Evening Post, Volume CIX, Issue 115, 17 May 1930, Page 18
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