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Bright orange pumpkins
And the aura of fall.
Scarecrows and bonfires,
Now I hate them all.
Turning leaves and the breeze of new Autumn
Candy corn and treats
Are the sweets that are brought in.
I've started to hate fall and all of its colors.
The warm evening auburns
And soft carrot cakes
A bonfire's red-yellow
Is all that it takes.
To set me off screaming
In a wild hate.
It seems the color orange
Is the source of my rage.