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Sunday, September 22, 2013

The Dark, the Light

Some dreary element in modern life,
Its endless noise and ever-pointless strife,
Inclines me every autumn to observe
With something not unlike pious reserve
The movement of the sun, that best of clocks,
Its needle now on the Fall Equinox.

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