The sunset has shifted,
There a little crisp in the air.
Could it be? No, not yet.
Fall isn’t still quite here.
I’m so tired of sweating,
My clothes, hot and sticky,
I can’t wait to wear a sweater,
Or bear to have clothes even near me.
Let the leaves change slowly,
Let the temperatures drop fast,
Let’s leave behind the humid misery,
And bring fall, and cool, to last.
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