Date Poem: Thursday, September Twentieth, Two Thousand And EIghteen
By Stacey
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Petaluma, California
September 20, 2018 1:42pm CST
The day may be warm, though
Summer has passed, and
The season of Fall has arrived;
The days grow shorter, and
The air is (supposed to be) cooler;
Almost all the birds are flying south; and
Evenings are spent staying cozy.
© Stacey Uffelman 9-20-18
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