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In the Park

the leaves fall big and small gold and red drifting spread in the park the trees stark the ducks gone brown the lawn sweet decay leaf ballet and I write of views bright oh, could stay as leaves sway _______________________ September 16, 2020 Poetry/Rhyme/in the park Copyright Protected, ID 20-1287-279-03 All Rights Reserved, 2020, Constance La France

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Date: 9/16/2020 10:29:00 PM
A nature's dance. Delightful. ~~
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Constance La France
Date: 9/17/2020 8:22:00 AM
Victor, thanks for the visit and comment, appreciate _Constance
Date: 9/16/2020 4:17:00 PM
Melancholy yet tinged with the beauty of fall, Constance! Best of luck in the contest!
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Constance La France
Date: 9/17/2020 8:23:00 AM
Sam, thank you for the compliment on my poem, appreciate _Constance
Date: 9/16/2020 11:27:00 AM
this is really lovely, my friend - thanks for the place in your contest. Hope all is well with you & cute kitty xx
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Constance La France
Date: 9/17/2020 8:24:00 AM
Jack, thanks for the compliment on my poem, me and Snuggles are doing great _Constance
Date: 9/16/2020 10:53:00 AM
Through your beautiful descriptions, we can see autumn giving way to the starkness of winter. You did an outstanding job with the three-syllable format. Surely a winner! Hugs, Carolyn
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Constance La France
Date: 9/17/2020 8:24:00 AM
Carolyn, thank you so much for the compliment on my poem, it means a lot to me _Constance
Date: 9/16/2020 10:26:00 AM
Sounds like a wonderful day at the park, Constance. the leaves are not turning here just yet but it won't be long. A very fun read!
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Constance La France
Date: 9/17/2020 8:25:00 AM
Daniel, thanks for visiting my poem, we have been very cool here and I think the trees are confused _Constance

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