The Season of Rosemary
The last rose of summer gone
Air soon will be chilled_dry
Good climate for all outside play
Rosemary only scent that stayed
Gather a few green bundles
Put on the range_ steep for her
The essence of warmth of summer
When that rose kiss occured
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