Fall Time
The summer time is over, the weather's getting cooler, and the leaves are dead. It means
that fall is here. I bet everybody will have been excited about that. It's the time of the
year for people to go clothes shopping for sweaters, new coats, socks, and stuff. There's
a lot to do in the fall like gathering pumpkins for Halloween and Thanksgiving, crunching
and raking up dead leaves, the works. If someone gets cold, to warm up, everybody can
drink some apple cider and some hot cocoa, and gather around by the fireplace. We know
fall comes once every year, but it's still our favorite season. Imagine my surprise when I
figured out that there's also a fall festival in all of the farms, the small towns, and
the cities, as well, especially New York City. And when fall is over, we'll be ready for
winter and fall will come back around next year.
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