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Autumn Semester
Geese
are stopping by the lake
On cooling days at dusk.
The corn is dented in the field
And drying in the husk.
Coneflower
and chrysanthemum
Are withered now and gone.
The redwing from his wetland
has risen up and flown.
My
last semester now is nigh,
The bright-eyed boys and girls.
And all along the window sill,
A dust of snowflake swirls.
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