Today's poem then...

STRAY birds of summer come to my window
to sing and fly away.
And yellow leaves of autumn,
which have no songs,
flutter and fall there with a sigh.

Tagore

Good bye summer...the little of it that we did have. Wet soggy cold wind swept and grey.

School starts again tomorrow.

Bring it on.

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