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Ask your mothers, sisters, and those who would not lie. What men have said behind closed doors where others would not pry. See what fellow brothers, fraternity, hold dear. Take their word above my own, I surely wouldn't smear.

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A plot of grain in which we struggle, autumnal grace yet chills to huddle. Skies seem bright, yet cold, and mellow. risking life and limb for fellow. Grasses dead and husks remain. Gourds left out for wild game. Rivers running chilled to freeze. Ponds waft off a colder breeze. Smiles felt when others tease, a sun light touch who's welcomed please.

Fire made almost bespoke, a symphony from common folk. A standard festival appeal. For harvest came. The blessed to heal. A center for community, of grass, and shrew, and fallen leaves.

As winter's off, yet lingers close, they gather wood, a land morose. Bereft of trees they scavenge crop, in hopes their yields don't turn to rot. Fearing hunger, pain, insipid. Cling to stores of distilled liquid. Sweetness all but burned away. All that's left is day to day.

Those of which all fall too short, as sunrise goes in quick retort. A measured response, as blackened night. The fires burns a burdened light. The glow though soft, has mellow tones. Just like the ground which autumn moans.

You still hear cheer from corner bars, weekends stalls, and shrines to mars. Another crew is thrown together, their stores fell short, and under weather. Weary people gather near, to call out for all they hold dear. There may be little, shorter harvest, harsher winter, barren forest. Yet they still call to their fellows. Be cautious, be safe, enjoy the yellows.