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November woods are bare and still;
November days are clear and bright;
Each noon burns up the morning's chill;
The morning's snow is gone by night.
–Helen Hunt Jackson (1830–85) |
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| THE OLD FARMER SELECTED THESE PRODUCTS FOR YOU |
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