“Thanksgiving Day, 2015”

A passer-by comments to the old gardener
“It must be hard to do that in this wind.”
She, sweeping leaves, replies
“The property I care for is even bigger than this-
And when I come to the end of it,
It seems that the wind blows the borders away
Red and yellow, red and yellow
Such wealth of leaves is always being provided!”

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