sadly
another cautionary tale
of peaking too early
and burning out just before the big show.
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“we all crash and burn. some of us just burn a little brighter.”
― curtis tyrone jones

I spot the hills
With yellow balls in autumn.
I light the prairie cornfields
Orange and tawny gold clusters
And I am called pumpkins.
On the last of October
When dusk is fallen
Children join hands
And circle round me
Singing ghost songs
And love to the harvest moon;
I am a jack-o’-lantern
With terrible teeth
And the children know
I am fooling.
-"theme in yellow" -carl sandburg 1878-1967
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