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A small waterfall rushes down mossy stone And bubbles all the while. A chilly wind rushes through the trees And gently rustles the last leaves of fall. The morning birds song, The leaves crunching beneath my feet. A lively and pleasant conversation On this sun-filled Autumn day.
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Nov 26, 2017
Nov 26, 2017 at 12:21 PM UTC
An Autumn Day
A small waterfall rushes down mossy stone And bubbles all the while. A chilly wind rushes through the trees And gently rustles the last leaves of fall. The morning birds song, The leaves crunching beneath my feet. A lively and pleasant conversation On this sun-filled Autumn day.
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Nov 26, 2017
Nov 26, 2017 at 12:21 PM UTC
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