Stepping into the sunshine,
This day is bright, this day is fine.
The cool crisp air signifing the last day of September
Fall, an old friend from before I can remember.
Surrounded by beauty,
An opposite feeling of yesterday,
I want to be forever this happy,
Out in the green grass is where I lay.
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Yes as summer passes us by, to Fall we say: Hi.
Great job on this.
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I love how even comment is a poem. Thank you very much
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Beautiful

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Thank you very much, I'm glad you like it.
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