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#grand-mother
I always imagined September a woman Carelessly tousled Auburn hair crowned with multi-coloured flowers Dressed in silken smoke Dancing in a grove of fallen leaves. I never imagined September to look like grand-mother Wrinkled, waifish Wrapped in a blue waist cloth A *** in hand Slowly shambling towards the sun-dried fields.
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Mar 9, 2015
Mar 9, 2015 at 10:03 AM UTC
September