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by Robert Filos / September 16th, 2018
in yellow, orange, and reds
the cool morning air delivers
tiny kites of weathered letters
floating by to herald Autumn
This article was posted on Sunday, September 16th, 2018 at 8:02am and is filed under Poetry.
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