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Waving Hello

The trees are swaying in the breeze
As if saying hello to me
The leaves fall with bright colors
Like a canvas filled with Picasso

The weather is quite chilly
Pulling my sweater on so soon
The day is settling down
I need to rush out the door

I grab my helmet and my bike
Heading off into the woods
Air so refreshing
How could it be ignored

The path is so friendly
Leading me the way
Now its time for dinner
For there always is tomorrow
To go riding some more.




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