End of Summer
Its the end of summer and the flowers are readying for fall
guess its just September's way of putting in her hooting call
London trees are sighing and the city folks are buying mohair
the sun is raying softer shades as we put away our lawn chairs
Writers tuck their hats and trade their benches for a cozy home
poetizing about Italian memories they pen about a trip to Rome
Here he comes Mr. freezie by morning, Mrs. warm by afternoon
I really did enjoy this happy summer but I think it left too soon
its the end of summer and the flowers are finally waving goodbye,
funny how people cling more to life, when their making ready to die.
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