The Pixy
Start the race! Let’s run!
The smart winds blow
and the dry leaves soon
flash as kids in a row
playing at the pale sun
of the autumn afternoon.
Although some had been caught
in a pond halfway,
the gang went along, a lot
looping quick as a ray.
Some leaves flew, strode,
others went leveling the gray
ground of the swept road.
The spinning...
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