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The Song and Sting of September SS
It sings with a voice that stings two skies,
That fades the summer yet can’t evade autumn.
September holds both the warmth and the cold,
Of summer’s youthfulness and autumn’s ruthlessness.
A thousand weathers still thunder one name,
As northern breezes chill, leaves whisper red on each hill.
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Maclawrence Famuyiwa
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