golden-wrapped autumn
wears a light hooded jacket
when function meets style.
pumpkins by truckloads
‘neath autumn’s bluest skies
poker faced lanterns.
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I love the seasonal verse. By the way, those lanterns have fantastic poker faces.
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Oh that’s great! I should use that.
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Hey, if you can find a way to use it please do. 😀
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I never could make the last line of that fall poem make sense. It went through hundreds of permutations, and then voila! Thank you.
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Oh, that’s great! I love feeling useful. (Doesn’t seem to happen all that often around my house. Occasionally someone wants a light changed or something.)
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I know the feeling!
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very very good, and the pictures are perfect, orange is so autumny 🙂
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Thank you! Fall is the best.
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