Golden red-orange maple leaves now decorate my lawn... and, I can always tell when the sun will rise the minute it is dawn The rooster calls out its name from its big red barn out back waking all the ducks and geese to run in circles making noisy quacks.
There's a creek that runs by my house, and the frogs come out at night while the birds on top of my red barn like to take off for a flight There will be apple pie with cinnamon baking in the stove and, the scent of walnuts wafting through the air with a tiny bit of clove The moon will grow bigger as the months begin to pass... and, the children will all start complaining that their summer went too fast.
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