The End
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Sylvia Frances Chan
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The End
As I was walking down the lane, suddenly I discover
that it will soon be Brown October
Dark-Green August just left me
to be in time for Yellow September
now I am ten days from this month's end
but wait I smell...I smell... a melted blend
Suddenly I saw September-fire
in the meadows between the cows behind the wire
oh my God, shall we still have milk or the BBQ?
dear Lord, now I surrender, it's up to You!
© Sylvia Frances Chan
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