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Last Dregs of Summer

The last dregs of summer, as autumn arrives Sun seeking birds now take to the sky. Black juicy brambles are there for the taking, Apples now ripe, soon mums will be baking. Candlelit lanterns will take to the streets, As children cry out,"is it trick or treat." As November fires light up the sky Guy Fawkes is burning, and winter is nigh. Oh blessed autumn such bounty you bring, The year's parting gifts, before winter's sting.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2018




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Date: 9/11/2018 1:09:00 PM
Lovely said my friend...a great depiction...love & light...^WW^
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Gary Smith
Date: 9/11/2018 1:49:00 PM
Thank you Winged Warrior :)

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