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Aug 2019
the august wind
now blows
september in.

soon i will escape the summer's din
with quite the
grandiose grin.

when october 'falls' and every tree's slumber begins.

color by number and the majestic views of autumn take my breath away.

autumn oh autumn how i wish that forever,
you would stay.

autumn, i admit
that i have crushed on you forever and a day.

october's winds couldn't be more ****.
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The Concrete Poet  M
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