Content of: September
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08/29/24 at 07:22AM
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Life Stories - Memories
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September morn,
my brother was born,
He was the youngest of
us all.
I Believe
Posted on 09/13/2018 at 11:17PM
Poetry
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I believe that I will always remember,
The unique sight and sounds of September.
The colors of Fall, the changing trees,
As the vibrant yellow and reds, of leaves,
Sun rises, on crisp, frosty morning,
Suddenness of a Fall storm, without warning,
The brightness of days, crisp and clear,
Are memories, that I will hold dear.
A Comment by Loy
Love this one ❤️
