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Swap Quatrain.
Autumnal
A game piling the Autumn leaves made me smile.
Challenging the Grandkids to make the biggest pile.
A huge stack of red and gold each one achieves.
Made me smile, a game piling the Autumn leaves.
Each kiddie so proud of the work they had done.
A crisp chill in the air not being warmed by the sun.
Tossing the leaves, each child laughed out loud.
Of the work they had done, each kiddie so proud.
Raining leaves of the season being tossed up so high.
Autumn’s their favorite. I’ll tell you all why.
The fun throwing bright leaves is the reason.
Being tossed up so high, raining leaves of the season.
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