An Autumn Walk in Central Park
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A light breeze brushing my cheek,
Turning my face rosy.
Leaves falling from the trees
Into my long, blonde hair.
Taking step after step
Onto the concrete path.
A sip so strong
Of the hot apple cider,
Sliding down my throat.
I keep going and going in bliss.
Enjoying this autumn day
In my peacoat and boots.
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