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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.
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.
Published 4th Nov 2013
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