September Showers

April showers may bring May flowers,

but September's bring toadstools

 and I'm more than alright with that. 

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There's a thing that grows by the fainting flower,

And spring in the shade of the lady's bower;

The lily shrinks, and the rose turns pale,

When they feel its breath in the summer gale,

And the tulip curls its leaves in pride,

And the blue-eyed violet starts aside;

But the lily may flaunt, and the tulip stare,

For what does the honest toadstool care?

She does not glow in a painted vest,

And she never blooms on the maiden's breast;

But she comes, as the saintly sisters do,

In a modest suit of Quaker hue.

And, when the stars in the evening skies

Are weeping dew from their gentle eyes,

The toad comes out from his hermit cell,

The tale of his faithful love to tell.

~~~

The Toadstool by Oliver Wendell Holmes

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