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Fall lies ahead, but feeling bereft,
Backward I peer round Summer's bend--
One last glimpse of the joys being left
Till another long year shall finally end...
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Just look at the baby lying there,
Eyes tight shut in first repose;
A harvest of so much time and care,
Reaped, at last, in birthing throes.
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Just who am I to be judging
When I don't have all the facts
Or know just how to qualify
The reasons behind the acts.
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Please, Not Yet...

Fall lies ahead, but feeling bereft,
Backward I peer round Summer's bend--
One last glimpse of the joys being left
Till another long year shall finally end...
For orange now will intrude on green
And colder air will nip at bare arms
As Nature paints her rustic scene,
Trying to coax with her pastel charms.
Reluctantly, grudgingly, will I observe
As memories of Summer gradually fade--
Only setting forth on Fall's cool curve
At the browning of my precious jade...

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