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Friday, September 27
A Poem for Thursday.
morning dew
heavy on the grass
like diamonds in the sun
and the last apples
fallen beneath the last tree
bruised skin
wasp-guzzled
smelling of warm cider
as we gaze out over glorious autumn.
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