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Sep 2017
Oranges,
Reds,
Browns,
Golds,
spreads
rounds
as
fall
unfolds.

Leaves
crumble,
change,
drop,
tumble,
range
as
from
th­e
top.

Time
for
the
cold
to
pour
free
colors
to
be
bold.
Crystal Freda
Written by
Crystal Freda  25/F/Louisiana
(25/F/Louisiana)   
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