Fall

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Mother Nature has her own rules,
Keeping us all guessing like fools.

Squirrels run around like chickens without heads,
They need more sleep in their nutty little beds.

Changes are brought forth,
But never answers why
Seasons must change
And how everyone stays sane

Everyone packs up and startss all over,
Never getting sick of this same old order.

Maybe the trees will someday have pockets,
So when leaves fall they won't be forgotten.

Everyone will recognize, everyone will know,
When big changes come round, it's time for fall.





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