With the temp still in the eighties,
A leaf or two has fallen.
The lawn needs weekly mowing,
The air is full of pollen.
The leaves they're not a-changin',
They're as green as they can be.
The birds are still out chirping,
The squirrels still care-free.
Don't they realize?
Do they not know at all.
The calendar is November,
The season is really Fall?
It's just one of those things,
That I sometimes hate...
Some things rarely change,
In Florida, the Sunshine State.
Frederick A Jackson
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