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Sep 2018
September's stars are creeping in
Mocking me for my latest sin
I'm only human
I can begin
Again if that's in store
And the stars only know what
May lay ahead
But they never speak a word
This time of the year
I've written a September's stars poem almost every September for about fifteen years. And as I typically like the stars this time of the year, autumn creeping in and the tilt of things changing, the pieces have always tended to be pretty optimistic slash reflective. This year, and this evening are different. Its interesting.
Written by
Matthew  35/M/Down south
(35/M/Down south)   
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