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All the Leaves Turn Flaming Red

October is the mellowest month when all the leaves turn flaming red, and squirrels munch on a fallen nut. Notice how the days get shorter, how the chill reminds of Holidays that yesterday was a thought too far. People stroll and enjoy the nice weather, as they watch trees being stripped of their jewels, but sad as Nature seems, fantasy can go far. I sit on a park bench as Lassie, the golden retriever, barks inviting me to hurl the ball as high as I can, then runs like a tiger to catch it in the festive air. She returns with the ball pinned within her strong teeth, and as all the leaves turn flaming red, they fall on my feet.

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Date: 11/3/2011 12:58:00 AM
Congratulations on the win with this lovely poem, Andrew
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Date: 11/2/2011 11:45:00 AM
What a lovely description of October, Andrew. The image of the "Lassie" surrounded by red leaves while playing ball with you is priceless. Hope you are doing well, my friend. Congrats on your win in Brian's contest. Love, Carolyn
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Date: 11/2/2011 9:39:00 AM
Congrats Andrew on HM for this exquisite entry my friend..enjoy honor with luv..
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Date: 11/2/2011 8:23:00 AM
Very nice write Andrew. Congratulations on your HM in Brian's contest
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Date: 11/2/2011 5:38:00 AM
Congratulations on your win in Brian's "1-14 any theme" contest Andrew. Love, Carol
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