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THE MORNING CHILLED,
A GENTLE FROST,
THE SUN NOW STARTS TO RISE.
THE SKY..
A PALE WHITE BLUE,
THE SUN, A YELLOW ORANGE.
THE LEAVES ONCE DAMP,
NOW ALL DRY,
CRUNCHING UNDER FOOT.
HIGHER IS THE SUN,
WITHIN A BLUE BIRD SKY,
WARMING ALL AROUND.
THE MOVE FROM EAST TO WEST,
ALMOST IS COMPLETE,
SLOWLY..GENTLY..SHADOWS PAST,
THIS DAY IS NOW NO LONGER.
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INDIAN SUMMER DAY
INDIAN SUMMER DAY
