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COPYRIGHT 2005 Anne of Green Gables Society
Perhaps Margaret still wrote poems.
There's a breeze in the air, The night pasture is still. The summer is over Autumn has christened the hill. The old fence is badly broken The wire is here and there. The path has grown over, Does anyone still care? The poles are left unopened The cows no longer come. The weeds are growing high Dew drops sparkle...
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