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Odour of autumn in the air Summer silently flew away Trees shed leaves soon will be bare Seasonal change, beauty will not stay. Last roses look weary on dying bush Dandelion clocks wait to be blown Herbaceous border not looking lush Wander garden on my own. Before long cold winter is here Grey clouds daily, sun slipped away Nature is silent quiet time of year No way summer could possibly stay. Wood smoke rises from chimney Amber light filters through curtain Those I love are safe inside with me Spring will arrive of this I am certain.
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