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Autumn Leaves

Twisting, turning, churning Gathering, scattering, fleeing down the lane swiftly they all go drifting. All colors of the rainbow once in awhile they gather real low sweeping, leaping, reaping. As if they all ready know their time almost over for now down to the very bottom leaves boasting of ending autumn.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2007




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