I once briefly saw Autumn on the brow of a hill - wreakin' off moist decay & neckin' strong scrumpy. In a long coat formed from dead leaves & fungi covering short legs - so I shouted 'Oi! Stumpy' & then he just vanished, but it was definitely him ...
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