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Autumn's Found

Twirling leaves of gold and brown surrender humbly to death's round. Summer memories autumns drown, while whistling winds in woods resound. Squirrels scurry in hunt profound. A morning's mist rises from damp ground, early cold in a frosty gown, covers geraniums with wet crowns. What a season of keen renown for poets are moved to greatly expound, sitting by fires peacefully unwound as autumn’s beauty their words propound. 10/3/2022

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