Autumnal Transition of the Bounty
The pumpkins
The pumpkins
The pumpkins all are gone.
Where did all the lovely pumpkins go?
I saw them just a month ago
outside the grocery store-
so round and sitting pretty in a row.
Potatoes
Potatoes
Potato sales are on
the sweet, the brown, and every type we know.
Now trickling down from Idaho
to us are spuds galore.
When pumpkins disappear, potatoes flow!
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