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Autumn’s Here

Autumn’s here again, lawns are turning brown
 
Red and golden yellow leaves piled up high
 
Mist in our breath, in our faces a frown
 
For cold air is here, winter standing by
 
From the closet comforter pure goose down
 
To the flowered shorts our fondest goodbye
 
Off to bed all covered from foot to crown
 
Our toes freezing we need no lullaby!
 
But carols soonest the airwaves will drown
 
Festive uplifting songs will make us sigh
 
Fondly recall once in a little town
 
A Son was born under the clear night sky!
 
10-19-2020
© F Aparici
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