Around the park
\nLucky leads clockwise
\ncounter our normal <\/p>\n
path
\nseveral trees are a few leaves
\nshy of brilliant
\nothers a few short
\nof bare<\/p>\n
I wonder how this
\nbecame the season <\/p>\n
of
\nmy muse
\na child of summer
\ngrown into autumn
\nto fall
\nto leave
\nand should I worry
\nwhen my poems
\nturn to snow<\/p>\n
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