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In spite of numbers

July and August For caesar and Augustus. Antonini and Faustus Declined a like honor And in spite of numbered, Not imperial names, September and October Are what they always were: Rudy with rose-tinged apples, Gold with wheat, Tawny and crisp with leaves Blown down the street, As rich, as ripe, as russet -- And as sweet.

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