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No shade, no shine, no butterflies, no bees, No fruits, no flowers, no leaves, no birds - November!
Thomas Hood
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Thomas Hood
Age: 45 †
Born: 1799
Born: May 23
Died: 1845
Died: May 3
Humorist
Poet
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London
England
T. H.
Fall
Shade
Birds
Butterflies
Flowers
November
Leaves
Fruits
Shining
Bees
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Autumn
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