By the end of summer
I am truly ready for fall .
Grandma's garden is overgrown
To the point of deteriorating .
I am a little bored with grandma's
Red tomatoes and her zucchini .
The warm evening have left me
Short tempered and even restless .
My sneakers are overripe
From to much early morning jogging .
Now I want a cool nice rain
And the smell of autumn leafs
When I run early in the morning .
I Love You All
By Brock
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