when I fall,
you are the pillow
to catch me, the trampoline…
Fall
now i want nothing to do with the round orange bowling ball
or the whitish catapulting kind
i just want the damn seeds in an over
roasting away…
i do like a good apple
but on my own terms
specifically during late summer
when the only good ones are the green ones…
so i held a fall leaf party
and i invited all my friends
but they all just flaked
and fell off my invitation tree…
Clear your head,
they say,
and I agree,
except I cannot
clear my hand
without clear air
and pine scent carried
down the hill….
trees falling barren, greying,
but they’re fun I guess?..
i dont know who came up with the idea that candy corn isnt the best
its awesome
theyre little triangles of awesome…
everyone is on board with the snow angels
but why do we have to wait until its all cold and stuff
to get on the ground and wave around…
does anyone have any good fall tips?
not for the season silly goose
i tend to tumble down all over the place…
now who is going to be the one
to explain to me
what exactly was so wrong with apple juice…
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