BACKYARD AUTUMN
I truly love it all:
The final days of f-all,
The shadows, looming t-all,
The stork’s goodbying c-all,
The wind against my w-all,
The beach-less orphaned b-all
Deflating, growng sm-all…
I truly love it all.
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