sky turns light grey
leaves scattered all astray
flannels on and hoods up
pumpkin flavors fill my cup
sound of raindrops pitter patter
autumn air is all that matters
sky turns light grey
leaves scattered all astray
flannels on and hoods up
pumpkin flavors fill my cup
sound of raindrops pitter patter
autumn air is all that matters
Instead of studying for the test
that I completely forgot about,
that is first period tomorrow morning,
I'm going to write a poem.
Because what else would I do? Study?
Hell no.
Let's be serious here.
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