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Post by anirbas on Oct 17, 2012 20:04:13 GMT -6
This magical moment when the chrysanthemums clothe themselves in the same colors the stately oaks disrobe in-
warm copper and marigold, vibrant ruby, russet and wine-
Leaves, that dance and scurry about our feet with the October breeze
As we amble about the park
I find myself wishing you'd stop poking about, and shut up and kiss me
As always...
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Post by anirbas on Nov 1, 2012 23:49:14 GMT -6
(came back and tweaked this one a bit. still not sure I am happy with it...)
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