ah, you won’t remember the sweet October when amber juice drips from the vines
and where does the little grape picker go on that greenest afternoon
ah, the sea got stormy today
little girl, shrink midst the swollen grapes quickly
because the goats’ hooves sing, ah, a joyful god and his dusty entourage,
and a green coluber in the sea of green
ah, you won’t remember the sweet October when you take a sip of juice
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I love October.
I hope to remember as many as possible.
Great write, my friend.
I wish you had a lot more October! Thank you so much, my friend!
Ah, and October is almost here again…
Ah, a second before … thank you for your feedback!