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Something told the wild geese It was time to go, Though the fields lay golden Something whispered, “snow.” Leaves were green and stirring, Berries, luster-glossed, But beneath warm feathers Something cautioned, “frost.” All the sagging orchards Steamed with amber spice, But each wild breast stiffened At remembered ice. Something told the wild geese It was…