A certain amount of letters arranged in a certain way to make a certain word
Poem+Song+Image=Me
“To Autumn” by John Keats
Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness,
Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;
Conspiring with him how to load and bless
A lot of people think that the majority of things we learn at school will never be used in our lives; that’s a pretty accurate statement. But at the same time those things aren’t supposed to be used in our daily lives.
