ForeverJesus6

I Love Pumpkin Pie


Every September, October, and November,
There is one thing I will always remember.
I'll have pumpkin pie
Almost every day
In a bowl with icecream
Or with coffee and a plate.
I love the color.
I love the smell.
The taste reminds me of fall.
So put it in front of me
Or keep it away.
Either way, I will eat it all.


Across a pure pumpkin sky
Geese fly in-formation
Eastward towards the sound.
I know enough about precious.
To bide here at this moment,
For longer than a while.


I Love pumpkin pie it reminds me of you. All I think about is that delicious pie, it's all that I do



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