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About This Poem
In Anticipation
Whispers of what will come
rustles among the leaves.
Blushes turn to golden hues,
Autumn's kiss upon the trees.
With a shiver of anticipation,
limbs shed their Fall dress.
sleep soon comes to subdue,
as nature readies to rest.
For the contest; Autumn's Dream
Sponsored by Rick Parise
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