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Fall Breeze
Do you hear the breeze
Whine down and whistle
Through shedding trees;
Past leaf and thistle,

And see it brush
Brown hills of clover
While cries a thrush
That summerís over?

Can you feel it blow,
Wisp past your ear
To let you know
That winterís near,

And tug as well
At your tawny hair
To wake you to tell
Of fallís last flare?

Joseph I. Middlesworth

By ishmael

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