My Contst Pom
Bounti-fall
By: Blake Myers
Blowing trsss, sounding of rain,
It is that timn of yr again,
Crisp air, cool brzzz, soon to b night,
Hay and pumpkins always in sight,
If ol' scaircrow only had a brain.
Copyright © Blake Myers | Year Posted 2016
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