May your Autumn Harvest fill all your bushels
with ease, a surplus of fruitful wonders to de/
lightfully please your lovely soft feet
and those double sweet knees
as you hike up your hills and penetrate each valley,
may the grace of ten saints rest on your lap,
uplift your spirits and whisper tall tales
as you silently nap in your hammock between
those grinning mischievous twins christened
surplus and ease
who deliciously swing sway you half-daft
in the waft of a breeze….
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