"I am rich today with autumn's gold,
All that my covetous hands can hold;
Frost-painted leaves and goldenrod,
A goldfinch on a milkweed pod,
Huge golden pumpkins in the field
With heaps of corn from a bounteous yield,
Golden apples heavy on the trees
Rivaling those of Hesperides,
Golden rays of balmy sunshine spread
Over all like butter on warm bread;
And the harvest moon will this night unfold
The streams running full of molten gold.
Oh, who could find a dearth of bliss
With autumn glory such as this!"
-   Gladys Harp
Have a nice day. X

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thank you Susie for spotting x

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ღ,🍂 Hi Susie..ty for the Quacker!  I had forgotten you suffer with pain.  Yes, your right not to get dressed if your not expecting anyone.  Pj's are much more comfortable.  I am sure you have your day worked out to suit you best.  Take it easy and look after yourself.  Love and hugs xxx

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Thankyou for spotting my little hummingbird 🤩 x

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Happy Wednesday! x

Remembrance MSM© (Susie Q)

Ag'ed men stand ramrod straight
From each force they represent
Sailor, Soldier, Airman too
they were the lucky ones
though now they are quite few
A memory scorched into their brains of heroism they did see, horrors
unimaginable for you or for me;
though those that died, no more remain
their memory is a sweet refrain.
The flower of our youth did die
as in a foreign field they lie
or beneath the ocean deep
each poppy petal represents one life
though a million tears did fall.
They gave their lives so we at home
may berate the cost of the economy
So, on the 11 month, of the 11 day
upon the 11 hour
bow your head in gratitude
and wear your poppy red
for all those heroes who ne'er came home
So we could simply say;
"They gave of their tomorrow
so we could have today!"

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