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Post by Lynnie on Sept 21, 2012 14:42:10 GMT
Walking through the park, On a beautiful autumn day. I watch the sun go down. Its rays gently caressing the leaves on the trees, Turning them from brown to golden yellow. Just as I turn the corner, With the cold wind blowing in my face, I see a pile of golden leaves All neatly swept up. I kick the leaves, Scattering them all over the park And ruining my lovely trainers!
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