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Fall
Ahh fall, the season of change,
And a time for peace.
Like the soft breeze tussling the turning leaves.
The red sky at sunset and dawn,
The white spots on a young fawn.
A time for long sleeves,
and crunching leaves.
The chill before winters bite,
The morning sunrise,
what a sight.
Time for love and family.
fading light and early night,
Time for harmony, not fight.
And a time for peace.
Like the soft breeze tussling the turning leaves.
The red sky at sunset and dawn,
The white spots on a young fawn.
A time for long sleeves,
and crunching leaves.
The chill before winters bite,
The morning sunrise,
what a sight.
Time for love and family.
fading light and early night,
Time for harmony, not fight.
Published 26th Sep 2011
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