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AUTUM DAYS

AUTUM days are here again.

Time for tress to go bare .

They will change from green,to red,

to orange to yellows,until they have all

fallen to the ground.

There they will be raked up in

to piles,thrown across the yard

thrown up in the air ,by a child.

Ran over by the mower or ran over by a dog

just trying to hide a bone.

But autum is another time ,when the cooler

weather comes in and kitchens begin to smell

good once again,.

Time to break out sweaters or just another blanket.

And even time will change once again.

YESautum is here ,so tell me what

does it mean to you ?

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Written by
beverly-d-bryant
American
Published
Sep 25, 2010
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