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Sep 2013
September is coming
The sun will set
The leaves will change

Everything else will stay the same

Look for the door
For heaven's sake
Don't be the one with an empty plate

Jump with the joy you've yet to know
Look up to the skies for Winter's first snow

Don't take these words for granted, but heed
Be the one with the prize winning seed
Written by
Grayson Owens
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