Fall
By Poet
The weather grows colder
As the leaves leave their protectors,
Sweaters and pumpkin spice lattes
Are everywhere.
The night comes faster,
As I ride and marvel
Why the sun allows
The moon,
To steal its glow.
Sitting down to play
A fun tune today,
Christmas music fills my ear,
And I play along.
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