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Wednesday September 2021 At 320 Pm
Wednesday, September 2021 at 3:20 PM... eastern standard time Autumn Equinox arrives That seasonal occasion twill arise when darkness and light doth bring equilibrium between night and day raking leaves will constitute exercise espied and witnessed by observant earthling namely me who subsequently bellows hooray jumping for joy childlike behavior I improvise reliving boyhood mirth itching and inching playfully scattering laborious effort lay ying down burying self amidst tree humus - prize zing spontaneity willingly orchestrating shedding inapropos edict qua grown man at play. A meadow for Autumn begins, when eve doth fall upon summers’ and long ago mine childhood's end, a hint of splendor bequeathed arose upon firmament as changed scenery (third equinox act since new year) bellows basses loaded and blasted in sync with pyrotechnic pizzazz, while electric light orchestras suites scored for cellos thus quiet riot of multitudinous notes swirl from each bronzed leaf like fellows dancing elliptically forsooth greeting mother earth with char: rills brawn son utter hellos. How peachy keen and grand to be seated at plum lined tree center stage to behold the colorful capering downward spiraling threnody quintessential silent rage chapter three if nature alluded to as a tome poem – and now the first page known to humans since…way before indigenous tribes occupied North America such as the Osage and/or other natives, whose keen scents foretold the onset from flora and fauna sings they did gauge. Now regimentation of existence commandeered by strict adherence affianced to the clock, where misery loves company lest an employee arrive one second late – her/his pay will go hickory dock, which sequestration to twenty first century life analogous to men undergoing emasculation, whereby he may as well be eunuch without thick horn, where business deals concluded as overhead a flock of seagulls migrate to southern climes, which with global warming seems ad hoc yet the multitudinous animals and plants genetically under rubric of life lock which mucking around viz industrialization humankind doth make a mock ‘ere re: and drive many miniscule species to take safety and shelter under a rock totally oblivious, those bipedal hominids haphazardly scurry to work in order to purchase schlock. Thus pre dormant season of the witch, where one must be vigilant and tread like angels heeding curtain call draw wing summer to a close with damn the torpedoes salvo, the cacophony kaleidoscope of color viz hitted courtesy sixty plus shades of red - rose iz madder than horde of Bulls at Pamplona forecast thee onset of cooler temperatures with Falun Gong foliage natural compost shelter burrowing creatures, who stash goodies at a later time to be fed thus each of us need be vigilant with no misstep to tread upon feet lightly negotiating whereat dwells busy itty-bitty bodies well nigh invisible to the naked eye, yet if ground swell of organisms espied one would behold microscopic whirled wide webbed world.
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