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Her Cool Art
Awaiting her kiss of chill...
Miss Autumn one month late.
she must have been out partying,
forgot the appointed date.
See... she comes reluctantly,
has something warmed her heart ?
Oh no, I was mistaken;
grape leaves bear her decorative art.
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