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The summer flew by in a flash

in a quick romance

with your things in the trash

and unfortunate circumstance.

But the summer dragged

in long work hours

with my heart being stabbed

and fallen petals from flowers.

Now fall is rushing forward

in so many colored leaves

with a kiss in an orchard

and myself much less naive.

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