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As I walk across
crunching, crinkled,
crackling leaves,
the birds start chirping-
singing sweet songs;
Brisk autumn winds
roll in-
slapping cheeks as
noses sniffle-
forcing leaves to float,
red and brown,
twist and turn,
and gently land
on cold, frozen ground;
as the last signs
of summer fade
to dead blades
of grass,
once green
and
abundant
now
struggle
to
survive.





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