September's Baccalaureate
A combination is
Of Crickets - Crows - and Retrospects
And a dissembling Breeze
That hints without assuming -
An Innuendo sear
That makes the Heart put up its Fun
And turn Philosopher.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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Average, but good alliteration, 'Crickets, Crows.'