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When I describe the air in the current season I never have the words to Articulate This feeling Fall Autumn Harvest All hallows A Season To Be Thankful The corn ready to be cut Or perhaps molded into a maze for the little ones Pumpkins Full of spice and flavor for you to smell Or maybe just to be severed for your porch The air Is crisp, refreshing When you say “it’s nice outside,” this is to what you refer Is nippy, full On the edge of Sweaters      On days I have time I like to lay in the center of the field after practice and breathe       The air restores my soul, my hope If nothing else, I love The air
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Sep 26, 2019
Sep 26, 2019 at 9:19 PM UTC
The air
When I describe the air in the current season I never have the words to Articulate This feeling Fall Autumn Harvest All hallows A Season To Be Thankful The corn ready to be cut Or perhaps molded into a maze for the little ones Pumpkins Full of spice and flavor for you to smell Or maybe just to be severed for your porch The air Is crisp, refreshing When you say “it’s nice outside,” this is to what you refer Is nippy, full On the edge of Sweaters      On days I have time I like to lay in the center of the field after practice and breathe       The air restores my soul, my hope If nothing else, I love The air
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23/F/under my bed
Sep 26, 2019
Sep 26, 2019 at 9:19 PM UTC
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