Chapter 20

The mug of cider simmered slow,The apples sputtered in a row,And close at hand, the basket stoodWith nuts from brown October’s wood.”“Snow-Bound”Whittier.

The mug of cider simmered slow,The apples sputtered in a row,And close at hand, the basket stoodWith nuts from brown October’s wood.”“Snow-Bound”Whittier.

The mug of cider simmered slow,The apples sputtered in a row,And close at hand, the basket stoodWith nuts from brown October’s wood.”

The mug of cider simmered slow,

The apples sputtered in a row,

And close at hand, the basket stood

With nuts from brown October’s wood.”

“Snow-Bound”Whittier.

“Snow-Bound”

Whittier.


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