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  • Blackeyeds and asters,

    Begin summer's finale

    And the end

    of cut flowers

    From my small corner of paradise.



    So I will savor every scent, every color, every texture

    and every bud soon to bloom

    (then wither away)

    And store the memory deep within

    So to survive their absence

    And the cold to come.
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