September is busting out all over, leaves with pretty colors, fill the cool air. A new sweater for the cool morning air, will keep me warm as I pick up pretty leaves over and over. I love the red and orange colors. Birds of many colors, are singing as they are flying through the air, they keep going to the bird feeder many times over. September will be over with new colors to fill the winter's air.
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