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Oct 2018
As of a weary dream
Like a downward smoke,
Gray clouds softly wept.
Washing away seasons sins.
In bronze, golden glow,
Hems in indian red,
The blues of drifting leaves .
The promise of autumns
Purple hills,
Moonlit diamond dust,
And wine at dawn thoughts.
I tell you October is upon us.
David boyer
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David boyer  41/M/Lyons pa
(41/M/Lyons pa)   
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