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Autumn
It's my favorite you know
The creek or the river softens its flow

The leaves swirl, tumbling no certain way
It's just what they desire
Something so simple can quite oddly make my day

Why Autumns my favorite
I don't really know but how the wind may blow
However following after is snow

oh no
Autumn is my favorite time of year. However winter is my least so here's this little poem.

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