October Night

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Late October night in Deer Valley A chill of the cool brisk air creaks up my leg. Why did the window in that room have to be open?!





And up my whole body!




And up


And up A chill goes up My dad says picture time, So my brother and my almost brother Scott, Go in front of the fire place. Why did my dad make us were kilts?





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