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Autumn, A Season Of Foreboding… #keats #poem #poetry

John Keats wrote, frankly, dippy poems with c9mplicated rhyming schemes yet the British public voted ‘Autumn’ as their sixth favourite poem. Autumn. Hmm, mists and mellow fruitfulness, eh? What about drunk wasps on a stinging spree. Or bloody conkers dropping … Continue reading

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