"Fallen Foliage"
On my East Coast, in Springtime, foliage will fall from the blossom trees.
In Autumn too.
In the Winter we catch The Asian Flu.
The Flu is nothing new.
It doesn't bug me.
Et tu?
As the birds flew.
Us two flew down South to stay with the sun.
That's capital number one.
Not the small letter.
To a cap's feather.
All depending on the weather.
To my strawberry blond Heather.
In a June's moons.
Love Billy Billet's
May Twentieth Nine Two Thousand Fifteen.
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