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I am the blustery winds of autumn,
I am the inevitable leaves that will fall,
I am the slow, crystalline freezing of the lake,
And I am the southbound geese as they call.
I am the sky's reddening, fresh flavor,
I am the trees endless corridor hall,
I am the song of crowd-muffled laughter,
And I am the grass where children will sprawl.
I am the bear as she eats her last fill,
I am the farmers last greatest haul,
I am the cold noses and sweatered long johns,
And I am October, October great and small.
I'd like October a lot better if I had less deadlines during it. :/
22/Other/I don't know where I am
(22/Other/I don't know where I am)
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