Nearly Autumn and already: leaves, dancing, in the wind which way, and what not, as if summer's sayonara, were playing, a tune, in poetry for one last reach for the sky - I write down the poem, in ink nowhere near, as eloquent! Only Autumn can poet, like the muses, sometimes can - Post by CurrentNobody on Boldomatic

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Nearly Autumn and already:
leaves, dancing, in the wind
which way, and what not, as
if summer's sayonara, were
playing, a tune, in poetry for
one last reach for the sky - I
write down the poem, in ink
nowhere near, as eloquent!
Only Autumn can poet, like
the muses, sometimes can

Nearly Autumn and already: leaves, dancing, in the wind which way, and what not, as if summer's sayonara, were playing, a tune, in poetry for one last reach for the sky - I write down the poem, in ink nowhere near, as eloquent! Only Autumn can poet, like the muses, sometimes can

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