Last of the Summer Wine
late summers here
days draw long
not long now
til winters song
balmy days
evenings mild
flowers blowsy
grasses wild
warm rain falls
hot days fade
cooling breezes
harvests made
so share a meal
drink good wine
this time of year
is a vintage fine
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