Living Her Whirly Twirly Dance
Beautiful reddish gold leaves are turning too fast for me.
Cooler fall days are racing out of control toward autumn.
Living her twirly, whirly dance, activating fall brownies.
Wind chimes go crazy as feral leaf faeries swirl in the wind.
Throwing wasps out of their hiding places, enticing the owls.
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