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fly past
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autumn concluding what spring began
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flaming pigeons, lonesome gull
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the sun and the photographer have long gone . . .
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A poor life this, if full of care, We have no time to stand and stare (W H Davies)
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prospect of winter
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dambuster
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at dusk time unwinds
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simply nine
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the park bench in spotlight
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women in the park
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a warm silence of plants
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thirteen, unlucky for some
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you said you wouldn't be home for tea . . .
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in a flap