Autumnaton

benchinthefall

Autumnaton

The Autumn winds refresh
As I sit outside on a wicker bench
The hills are calling
The trails are calling
The world is calling
As I turn the pages of this book
While I relax in my little nook
I think to myself
It’s good to be a lyrical gangster

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