Breathless fingers lingering
scattered leaves reaching
of Autumn's cold khaki
in ethereal woods
of the burnished vane's copper
whispering soft winds sleep
calling the kettle Father
as shadows follow the moon
listening to cockney
of Autumn's cold khaki
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