The Blustery Month of October
Everywhere heard and seen, or so it seems,
Are leaves quivering on deciduous trees,
And those on the ground being rustled around,
In the blustery month of October.
Red and yellow leaves, sailing and flitting,
Are being carried on the wind like children playing,
Roundabout trees, hiding and being discovered,
In the blustery month of October.
Leaves once fresh...
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