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September Comes

Sultry days begin to fade Evening breezes serenade Proving summers overstayed Trees turn to brown ‘n red Ever changing for what’s ahead Making way for cooler days Bringing fall flowers ablaze Everything fresh as if to prepare Revealing a crispness in the air Changing as if on cue it comes Over run with colored mums Mother Nature brings it all Every season follows her call She brings to us our favorite, fall.

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Date: 8/8/2017 4:00:00 PM
Lo,september comes, With cymbals,psalteries and songs. Oh let the hay go by way to meet her, For tis hymns are gabbage of passovers.
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Date: 8/14/2016 11:05:00 AM
What a lovely poem.
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