09/07/11
September Cicadas … your song so sweet
Middle of this day, you serenade
Crescending … then descending
Your wild pitch at play
You comfort, on this lonely day
09/08/11
Always,
A holiday weekend
Throws me a day behind!
This fine Thursday
Didn’t wanna get up
But the lure of the weather
And 65 degrees
Has me openin’ windows
To catch the breeze!
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