Sunshine fading, end of day

The heat of summer ebbs away

The dawn is moving, shifting right

Shorter evening before Twilight

No more children’s holiday

I guess that autumns on its way

Soon the leaves turn golden brown

Then weeks later all fall down

Darker clouds will fill the sky

Southwest winds will whistle by

Foggy Mornings full of dew

Salad days give way to stew.


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