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Monday, September 23, 2013
Deliberate weather.
And enters fall
with its pumpkins and
cinnamon coffee
trickling leaves
and cold noses
Sweaters and (white) roses
rain and proses.
There it is.
I smell my mother's bread.
-a.
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