The Last of Summer Days

The Last of Summer Days

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As the leaves start to fall, that’s when

summer comes nears it mighty end.

Ants now begin to sing in traps,

of falling brown and all this craze.

That winds bring in with a dance to them,

blind ballets of coded circles.

So rain constant washes over,

the last of summer days within.

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