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All children, except one, grow up. They soon know that they will grow up, and the way Wendy knew was this. One day when she was two years old she was playing in a garden, and she plucked another flower and ran with it to her mother. I suppose she must have looked rather delightful,…
“September” -written September 2nd
Winter is lurking amongst the trees,I hear her rustle through the leaves,as the creepers blush from Summer’s joy,before letting go and stripping bare,and rainbows dissolve into grey.September is upon us.Rain sweeps by in curtains,as the days are drawing in.Set the stage, all change,get ready!Winter coat, old friend,lined with excitement!The fire’s been lit,once already,get it lit,get…
