I’m not here to beckon
I’m not here to sting
I’ll pretend to portend what autumn may bring

A slap on the wrist
For heels you dug in
When will you let go of your hang-ups to grin?

A flip of the switch
New reasons to sneeze
A settling in of the birds and the bees

Well, nobody reckons
So that’s but a guess
Until we’re caught chilling in autumn’s caress


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