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Oct 2016
It's now the fall
The snow will soon fall
The sun hardly matters at all
When it's fall the leaves change
They see to arrange into
Different patterns on the ground
And you hardly hear a sound except
For the sound of the whisping wind
It faintly sounds as it blows
Though it doesn't show
It makes us cold
For this is
Fall
Jessica Burgess
Written by
Jessica Burgess
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   ---, Corvus and Pax
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