Autumn Day
The leaves blow through the air like a ball off of a tennis racket.
and much like a hatchet to wood,
the ball hit the racket, and in the air it stood.
to the park we went,
play we will a game of tennis.
the courts were empty much like a trash can after cleaning day.
we began to play and hey, it was fun i’d say.
She saw something that looked almost like a cloud shaped like a dog.
maybe it wasn’t a cloud in the sky, simply some fog.
nevermore she continued to play.
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