Epilogue: November 22nd - Rupert Bear in Garden.

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Deep blue sky, dazzling sun,
remaindered leaves shining on.
Breeze astir from summer days
whispering a cooler haze.

Spiders spinning silken sin,
Stripy crawls across my bin!
Flies at play.
                        Am I a Noah?
Please troop by for looking o'er.
Still no flower appears to me...
Snapdragon must disagree!

Steady as she goes then, Ra.
Glory be your shiny car.

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