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Flighty Fall Fellow

A little less daylight, Miranda,
a little less time 'til the moon
will shed its light on the veranda;
We'll have to say goodnight soon.

An earlier dusk, my dear Sally,
less time until twinkling stars,
sparkle brightly over the valley,
revealing the red sphere of mars.

The moon's on the rise, my sweet Mary,
a soft, misty light fills the air.
Early fall breeze will carry,
bonfire scent everywhere.

Though it's getting dark, my dear Willy,
you may spend your evening elsewhere.
To be so fickle is silly;
we may all just give you the air.

09/03/2016 Carol Welch
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