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Fall

The smell of pumpkin in the air The nice, fresh breeze the leaves falling from the trees the children playing outside people praying on the fall and you know it is fall And when the chicken roasted but I am poor and can't be bought

Copyright © | Year Posted 2016




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Date: 2/2/2016 4:20:00 PM
Haiku's have strict syllable counts be line. I've written a few so I suggest you review this form. I believe it will help in this area
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Date: 2/1/2016 2:26:00 PM
Great free verse Justin..... SKAT
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