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The Season of Fall

Fall is here I see at last Seems like always It comes too fast Seems like yesterday I was just outside Sunning myself And getting fried Yes, I was outside Planting my seeds Watching them grow Along with the weeds Now it's starting To get cold and damp It's time for coats And to turn on a lamp So good-bye shorts And the grass that I mow Hello to my jeans Soon I'll be shoveling snow

Copyright © | Year Posted 2007




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