Too soon the summer's over, so they say;
pack shorts and swimsuits up and put away.
"It's fall," they say, convinced this thing is true,
though temperatures are stuck at eighty-two.
The seasons of our lives should not be rushed,
lest God be missed, his Holy Spirit hushed.
Consult your calendar and rightly reckon:
it lasts until September twenty-second.
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