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(Wrote this for obvious reasons. I really don’t have the best luck once September hits.)
It happens every year
When the leaves begin to die
All our work to this point
Unravels at the seams
Bombardment of bills
Who come only once a year
Draining at our stash
Pushing several dreams away
Many family members pass
Around this time of year
As if taken with the warmth
Before the snow returns
Our luck with jobs is frail
As we lose our hard-fought place
To budget cuts or illness
We must start again next year
The fall brings nothing that I want
Only misfortune on the wind
Forcing us back without a care
As if we did something wrong




September can be challenging. Still, it’s nice to think of cooler weather coming, especially for those living through 100 degrees and other beastly temperatures.
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Definitely wouldn’t mind cooler weather right now.
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It’s been really rainy here.
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A strong poem, Charles. Makes me wonder why so many bills come in the fall.
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Thanks. I really wonder that too.
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😊
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