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Take my tidings:
Stags contend;
Snows descend–
Summer’s end!
A chill wind raging,
The sun low keeping,
Swift to set
O’er seas high sweeping.
Dull red the fern;
Shapes are shadows;
Wild geese mourn
O’er misty meadows.
Keen cold limes each weaker wing,
Icy times–
Such I sing!
Take my tidings.
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Braille! punk for philly. listen here: http://braillephiladelphia.bandcamp.com/
S.U.B. punk from ferndale. listen here: http://subpunk.bandcamp.com/
Screams of Christ. folk punk from detroit. listen here: https://myspace.com/screamsofchrist
Doors 7pm. Music over around 11pm
All ages
$6 donation
© Susan Mosey
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