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About This Poem
Earth turning,turning
It's time for the
Fall clearance sale
along the urban trail.
Your last chance
for real bargains in
summer leaves,
acorn seeds and
English walnuts,
Summer hopes and
dreams of full bellies
to last the winter,
lazy rivers and the
last blackberries,
much has already
gone to decay,
grasses and late leaves
spin in the first cool breezes,
some, were washed into mud
in last nights drizzle.
Prices cut drastically,
we must move this merchandise now
so we can bring in the winter line.
Now, now, now,
is the time for the last
warm fantasy, prices are slashed,
before the sun sinks lower
and cold shadows usher
in the winter pelts.
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