Those pesky leaves adored by youth.
Hued leaves and wind, a conjoined twin.
Autumn flurry of windswept sooth.*
Kids harvest fell-wings, to jump in.
Hued leaves and wind, a conjoined twin.
The twirl, the whirl of crimson red.
Kids harvest fell-wings, to jump in.
Crisp yellow, brown and purple fed.
The twirl, the whirl of crimson red.
Six feet deep, each yard grows fatter.
Crisp...
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