Footnote: Grandmother's House, October

Dusk darkens early.

Behind the house, the wild field

shrivels---both weed and

grasshopper.  The spider no

longer tends to mend the web.



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It's always sad when the

It's always sad when the spider stops mending the web.  nice poem.

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Thank you very much.

Thank you very much.