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Great season of a myriad of colors,
Please hasten to us.
Quickly, now.
How weary am I of 87-degree weather
with 70% humidity!
I summon the days of long-sleeved shirts, clogs, and scarfs.
Come, Cooler Weather, and relieve our oily skins and frazzled hair.
Overthrow this stolen summer with your browns and golds.
Do not delay or stray from this course, but
by any and all means, take us by surprise with your flurry of leaves,
pumpkins,
apple-picking, and
cinnamon.
Come, O Autumn, before we melt in excessive discomfort and sweat
and thus enjoy you no more.
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