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Sep 2018
This arc of days smelling of colder dirt
Not coy, forth coming birth of frost.
The mornings smell like fall but the afternoons are still blasting hot  Ugh.
D Lowell Wilder
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D Lowell Wilder
     Josie, Fawn and PoetryJournal
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