A cold tiring breeze that hums the soul to slumber
Here it comes the evening of September first my fellow
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A cold tiring breeze that hums the soul to slumber
Here it comes the evening of September first my fellow
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Time moves on and the first signs of year end and the winter of Christmas signaled by September and the fall. Nice write
Thankyou
You are most welcome
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