Tag: Autumn-Years
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Poem: Autumn Years
Autumn Years My back, it aches, not a bit. A lot! Drives me into fit. Get up, stretch, it does not help. Now and then, let out a yelp. – Bad fate, crippled in my prime. Though Motrin, works most the time. October trees, whose leaves fall In spring will get back them all. –…
June Nash 