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The sod 'tis covered by straw...

Late summer apples are on display~~

Smokes silver rings circle 'round bonfires crackling...

In an crisp air--brushed--touched--array;


Orange--russet leaves- curl themselves~~

With a most brittle snapping noise...

'Tis Autumn calling to Mother Earth...

In its most brisk Fall time voice;


Hearkening that Summer 'tis nearly o'er~~

As the Golden--Browns- now pave our way~

Down Summers oft' traveled cobbled lanes~

Of The Fall Of My Yesterday!

Welcoming In:' Autumn'

Its first day: Either the 21st or 23rd Of September

By Theodora Onken

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