The winds of change are in the air
Yet none is shared with me
Though I change in weather fair
The air keeps everything
Won't you drop some pennies, please
While blowing from the East
Ill winds that blow, never care
Why must they be so cheap
All clouds are bankers in the sky
There, the money they shall keep
Money Stealers passing by
Are Nature's little thief
When Autumn has a gentle breeze
Children stay aware
Or the change within your pockets
Will belong to Autumn air
(08/26/2016)
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