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Sep 2019
One window is open
as old September
almost coldly almost coolly
pours in around
my too hot feet

gets a few days
while over worked August's
90-degree-yesterday-glare fades
perhaps he'll rest
as old September's apples
fall in October's new colors
Written by
Dennis Willis  Oh
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104
   skeeter jones, Fawn and Cné
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