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Autumn

February 1, 2009
By Anonymous

Flying high above the ground,
He never stops to look around,
He works and works tirelessly,
To paint and draw on every tree,
His mark is left on every plant,
Not too full and not too scant,
He colors every leaf with grace,
On every one,
Is Autumn's face.



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