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Autumn

Autumn is the perfect time of the year. Turning of clocks one hour is here. The foliage is so many different colors. Red, orange and tan leaves drift down on to the ground. The tree branches are bare, because underneath the trees, leafs lay, awaiting to be raked away. A colorful collage of dried flowers, leaves, berries, and gourds, makes a gorgeous wreath for your door. Pumpkins are gathered with care, in hopes of being a Halloween scare. Pies are made from the pumpkins insides for a Thanksgiving feast that will be eat. Harvested cornstalks makes fathershalks to decorate your lawn. While the corn feeds a many number of farms. Squirrels scatter about gathering acorns for a long winters nap. With other animals eating a lot of food to hibernate. When you wake up to a cold frosted morning. You will know for sure that autumn is here.

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