Fall coming

Fall is coming but I have not prepared.
I have yet to fill my pots with the summer flowers I bought.
I thought I had so much time left.
It's funny how it all just goes by.
One day the flowers are singing for us.
The next day the fall leaves are dancing with us.
Maybe next summer I'll plant them in the pots before fall.

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