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The sun shines more coldly and early hides its face. Our tree's have shed all their leaves and stand forlorn and bare. Fog and mist surround us and the threat of frost is there. The flowers have finished blooming and roses past their best. Giving the tree's and bushes a well earned winters rest. The Swallow have now left us to their homes far away. Across many oceans to return to us one day. The field lay so damp and cold but new corn is peeping through. And the bulb of the Hyaciuth grows soon to show it's dress of blue. The doormouse is snuggly sleeping waiting for the Spring. And the Skylark no longer sings when he is high on the wing. Jack Frost is round the corner ready to freeze the ear or toe. And to cover water like a mirror so only tall reeds show. The light of day grows shorter with every passing day. Until the sounds of carols sung rejoicing what they say. That Christmas is upon to fill us full of cheer. And give us faith and comfort to face the comming year.
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