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Mar 2014
The wind is calm
As it blows against face.
Soaring like a pilot
Who just received his ace.

The leaves climb down
At a very slow pace.
Until it hits ground
And finds it's true place.

Fall is the time of year we sing.
Fall is the time of year the bells ring.
Fall is the time for happiness and joy.
Fall is the time for sadness never more.

The kids are laughing
As they play in the sun.
Smiling and clapping;
Having so much fun.

The pumpkins are harvested.
So large and ripe.
And the wonderful moon,
Dances in the starlight.

Fall is the time of year we sing.
Fall is the time of year the bells ring.
Fall is the time for happiness and joy.
Fall is the time for sadness never more.
Erin E Esping
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Erin E Esping  16/F/Atlanta, GA
(16/F/Atlanta, GA)   
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     Erin Pope, MARY Q and Erin E Esping
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