Blow'n
Blowing again,
Will it ever end?
Leaves fall.
I blow.
Squirrels throw nuts.
I blow.
Twiggs fall.
I blow.
Wind rustles.
I blow.
Its fall,
This is how my day goes.
Blow, blow, blow!
Copyright © Kim Stone | Year Posted 2024
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