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December : : By Henry G. Hewlett : : An old man’s life, dim, colorless and cold,Is like the earth and sky December shows.The barest joys of sense are all he knows:Hope that erewhile made their fruition bold,Now soars beyond. If one sun-glint of gold,Rifts in the dense grey firmament disclose,Earth has enough. ‘Mid purpleContinue reading “December : Henry G. Hewlett : : December Poems : : Months Poems : :”