Sky gazing
This autumn’s sweet briskly cold air,
Makes me wish for a sweater to wear
…..While I gaze at the sky
…..As the clouds race on by
And the wind wildly ruffles my hair.
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This entry was written by
Auggie, Ghosted by Jaci, posted on
November 27, 2010 at 11:53 am, and filed under
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