It's the end of September,
and I've become fearless;
no longer shuddering,
like the leaves outside my window,
browning, and blown,
into October.
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Tonight, I'll sing,
letting the words escape,
and surround.
It'll be alright,...
...as long I have the smiles
of friends to see me through,
to the last bars:
a refrain.
Thank YOU.
`X~ Will.
