They let them go so the deer can eat.
That’s what the oaks do.
Share your song, let go your gifts
- Sing!
Autumn Harvest
Come one, come all
There’s plenty to share -
Crabapples in red,
a seed to spare!
Come one, come all
There’s plenty to share -
A field of Goodness
A glorious fare!
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