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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