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*Meadowlarks in the canebrake Twilight hints with fuchsia trickery Animated waning Moon , sylvan troubadours in perfect tune September Season of the Witch , Barn Owls cry out in perfect pitch Starlings crowd field barns , Mockingbirds spin Ghostly yarns , brown leaves crumble in the eerie wind , Stallions whinny sending shivers across bare skin Cowbells clang in the pitch black night Coyotes howl from the hillside Tin roofs clap under their own power Wind chimes sparkle and call , hour after hour* ....
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Sep 5, 2016
Sep 5, 2016 at 8:35 PM UTC
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*Meadowlarks in the canebrake Twilight hints with fuchsia trickery Animated waning Moon , sylvan troubadours in perfect tune September Season of the Witch , Barn Owls cry out in perfect pitch Starlings crowd field barns , Mockingbirds spin Ghostly yarns , brown leaves crumble in the eerie wind , Stallions whinny sending shivers across bare skin Cowbells clang in the pitch black night Coyotes howl from the hillside Tin roofs clap under their own power Wind chimes sparkle and call , hour after hour* ....
September 4 , 2016 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
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