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| A thrown for the Autumn Queen! |
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| A hidden treasure trove |
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| Are you on my turf? Well get off! |
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AUTUMN
By Eva Getman
Upon the sky
so brightly splayed,
the colors
of Autumn leaves.
They fall
to the ground
in glorious waves
stirred
by a gentle breeze.
Red, Orange,
Yellow, and Green!
A thrown for the
Autumn Queen!
Canada Geese
take to the wing
flying south
for a winter's rest.
All this we see,
sipping cider and tea,
while the sun
sets in the west.
And as night falls,
the light is kept
by jack-o-lanterns
aglow.
We rush outside,
candles in hand,
to joyfully greet
the first snow.
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