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FOLIAGE
THE KIDS A GRADE OLDER
V'S OF GEESE IN THE SKY
THE GLORIOUS VIVID COLORS OF LEAVES
BRINGS TO MY MIND LOSSES AND
BRINGS ME TO MY KNEES
FOR EACH NEW SCHOOL YEAR NEW PENCILS.NEW SHOES
MAKES ME WANT TO SING THE BLUES
THE CRISP SMELL OF SUMMER DYING
ALWAYS SEEMS TO SET ME CRYING
THE PUMPKINS AND COSTUMES,HALLOWEEN
I LOVE IT AND HATE IT,I'M IN BETWEEN
THE MIDDLE SEASON OF HOT AND COLD
THE PASSING OF TIME,FEELING SO OLD
EACH YEAR THE DARKNESS SEEMS MORE BLACK
KNOWING THAT WE CAN NEVER GO BACK
THE LAST CRICKET CHIRPS AT NIGHT BEFORE SLEEP
I CLOSE ALL THE WINDOWS AND START TO WEEP
