Wednesday, September 30, 2015

The Last Night of September (A Poem by William and Sunny)

The cricket was chirping, and
William was burping.

The moon was shining, and
Sunny was smiling.

It’s time for bed, and
may dreams be bright.

When eyes flutter open with sunrise,
October will come with pumpkin and surprise.

Trees are tall and wind whispering Fall,
The season of harvest brings love and abundance for all.



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