Color Me Red, Autumn ~ ~ Color me red and tickle my sight Let your leaves shed accents of sunrise light ~ Dance leaves dance and embrace the breeze Boast the seasons prance of the shedding trees ~ O rooted mother let your little ones go Next years another new season, new show ~ Orange burnt , Yellow bold a warning, for the next season of bitter cold and snowflake fest
PROCRASTINATION, MY DISEASE She throws a soft blanket on me when there's work to be done warms me up and lays me down in a web of excuses she spun When my alarm goes off She quickly hits the "snooze" tucks me in then whispers, sleep is all you'll lose Whenever I am overwhelmed She is always there to make me forget my to-do's and live NOW without a care I thought she was there to save me and help me through the rough but time and time again She proved herself a bluff "Tomorrow" is her favorite word But when tomorrow's here Procrastination, my disease, is quick to disappear
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