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In August Falls the Magic
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No meaning obtains in calendars and clocks
High on a wall, beyond a small boy’s reach
A childhood summer shimmers out of time
July is but another butterfly
To dance and play among young apple trees
A re-Creation thus remembering
Before-Time when we danced among the stars
And played with them like little fairy-lamps
In August falls the magic when, stained with scales,
Foul Satan hisses to us: “Back-to-school sales”
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