Autumn Leaves Nature

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It’s the most beautiful time of the yearFor each and every dudeThe temperature is damn good For each and every dude
It’s the most beautiful time of the yearFor each and every dudeThe temperature is damn good For each and every dude
The leaves of autumn spill and fall. Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, its rhythmic sounds. Early Morning symbolical verses and rotting leaves that reflects my aching brain.
The leaves are falling, the wind is cool, the clouds roll in, rain creates a pool.   The wool of my blanket, the loose ends of string,
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Majestically flying through the sky, High above the ground like birds. So beautiful and alive, Flying around like herds. Colors of yellow, orange, green, and red, Each so similar, yet so different.
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