Nobody else knows it either

I haven’t done this in a long time…

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A hiss, a scrape, sometimes chittering
A dry leaf teases the pavement
Goaded by the wind which dares
To vie with the sun for the rights
To define the warmth of the day

Not deigning to compete with the thunder
Or the driving rains, the season still
Embraces sound, not in quantity,
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