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Autumn

Dry leaves skitter across the road

and pile in the yard.

They crunch when you dare

venture a path thru them.

Autumn is upon us,

their death knoll.

Sunny days, cool nights,

crisp fresh air, wearing sweaters.

Dry leaves skitter across the road

and pile in the yard,

the fore bringer of winter.
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