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Created on: October 04, 2010 Last Updated: October 06, 2011
Dew clinging to fertile green grass
Holds on longer these mornings.
The songs of the birds;
now shorter.
Leaves are swirling;
their graceful last dance.
Vibrant colors of harvest
rapture the eyes,
the last call
before the darkness.
It's fall.
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