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TheUnseenPoet Oct 2017
The weather autumnal has turned cold,
But you nod your heads in colours bold,
As sparks of colour in your soil,
To make me smile when home from toil,
I adore my pansies in every hue,
When all the others growth is through.
Just a quick daft one

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