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Autumn

Autumn 1 

Night Mail (Verse 1) - WH Auden

Autumn 2

Winter days - Gareth Owen

 

Biting air
Winds blow
City streets
Under snow

Noses red
Lips sore
Runny eyes
Hands raw

Chimneys smoke
Cars crawl
Piled snow
On garden wall

Slush in gutters
Ice in lanes
Frosty patterns
On window panes

Morning call
Lift up head
Nipped by winter
Stay in bed

 

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