01 Nov The Year Has Grown Old ~ November 2nd – 8th
My November Guest by Robert Frost “My Sorrow, when she's here with me, Thinks these dark days of autumn rain Are beautiful as days can be; She loves the bare, the withered tree; She walks the sodden pasture lane. Her pleasure will not let me stay. . .” It is November and...
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