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Sweep the leaves from the porch,
and do not think of how you will be repeating.
Hallucinate the smell of baked apples,
the exhaust from dryers
and the barest tease of possible snow
falling. Smile,
and oh yes,
whistle while
you labor,
and daydream
of vocations
that would let you
take this vacation
forever.
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excellent work -fr0
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As autumn turns to winter, so does the warmth of my heart. I hope for spring. -mousi