Genuine Silver Poetry
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Sunday, October 24, 2021
Third Autumn
Third Autumn
A cool breeze blowing in.
A crisp kind of air,
To go with crispy leaves.
Leaves of various colors
Fall to the cooled ground
And we await what comes next.
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