October
By Doret67
October's autumnal abode rings in the morn with the sounds of rising students about to enter another days search for knowledge. The rain visits often and the skies are blue for that brief, sweet hour when spring tests its wings before folding them, in wait for March. Written October 1st, 1962 © on Oct 12 2001 03:35 AM PST 18 • 0 • 10
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