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Last Night Of Fall
On the last night of fall
A Lady came by
With an offer
To follow
A tune,
With a mystical smile
Greenish gold skin
A promise
To tell
Where she’s been,
I know I accepted
But my memory is thin
For centuries have passed
Since we last danced
In the shadow
Of the solstice moon.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
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