A Fall Poem
This hot heat, in September! What foul weather is at play?Defiling the senses,Tricking the foliage,Yet, the days grow short. The
This hot heat, in September! What foul weather is at play?Defiling the senses,Tricking the foliage,Yet, the days grow short. The
Four walls, no windows,One dry carpet,Four picture framesA variety of chairs,One couch, only one door!Many discarded magazinesAnd semi-functional toys. Your
This is time sensitive, as I melt into the deep dark crevices of perpetuity. I must admit that I no
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