crunchy

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Skies are gray and flat The crunchy leaves stir about  I color blank streets 
Bitter like licorice, but sweet like honey Soft, melt in yo mouth, kinda soft Spicy, salty, nutty, crunchy A drop of cinnamon, a taste of caramel Add a pinch of brown liquor, and you've got The Good Stuff
Now that summer washed away, and school is in full swing, I realized there's no time to play, or warmth until this spring.   I must look beyond the gray, and look for all that's good,
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