Saturday, May 2, 2026

There's a pumpkin sun setting. 

Indian Summer. 

Drive right into punch drunk 

setting of the sun.  

Where blades of grass are instrument 

to the wind. 

Sway is melody. 

Medley. 

Restless swain looking to fill cellars 

the sound of sweet. 

Love a rally the moon auroral 

and polished.

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