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Fickle Fall

FICKLE FALL August fades, as September slams it to the ground. Temperatures drop, Fall, as Summer, fickle weather. Leaves not ready, still green, looking very sound. Winds, storm Aileen, laying hedges, not clever! Rain in torrents, flooding towns, and farmers pastures! Temperatures drop, Fall, as Summer, fickle weather. Wind-felled trees, majestic splendour, Falls gestures. September, two-thirds done, yet most leave's holding on. Rain in torrents, flooding towns, and farmers pastures! Still waiting for the red, orange, gold, Falls swansong Odd leaves now beginning to show colour, flattering! September two-thirds done yet most leaves holding on. Hedgehogs now in hibernation, silent no more chattering. Squirrels busy gathering acorns digging holes and burying. Odd leaves now beginning to show colour, flattering! Winter had a wicked peak, for some a warning, worrying! August fades, as September slams it to the ground! Squirrels busy gathering acorns, digging holes, burying. Leaves not ready, still green, looking very sound. September 20, 2017 Terzanelle Time Sponsored by: Joseph May

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