October
On the paths and lawns of the park,
Crisp and brightly coloured leaves are falling.
The surrounding trees look bare,
Only a few leaves clinging to their branches.
Before the leaves are swept up and burnt,
Everyone shuffles through them,
Rustling as they walk.
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