rain soak clouds over me
casting shadow of darkness
when does it fall i am waiting
my front yard needs a bath
before the day gets so hot
maybe after i'm done cleaning
these trees grow so fast
now i need ladder to trim
i imagine i have to rappel
ah! to cut dead branches
would be autumn excitement
so colorful in every moment
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