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November 7, 2023 at 8:42 AM
The main thing in autumn,
About what it is,
That fish have gone to bottom,
In sky are lonely geese.
Sometimes I am thinking
About all these days:
The sun is only blinking,
And air is like haze.
So that’s about weather,
But what’s about me?
I want to stay together
With my warm cup of tea.
