September 27, 2007
You can feel it in the crisp air,
Running around without a care,

A green leaf is indeed rare,
And in your thoughts there’s no despair;

The tall, tall trees are brown,
Not one scowl or frown,

The colored leaves are falling down,
And winter’s on its way in this small town.

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