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Autumn
Autumn
Autumn, cloaked in scarlet, russet and bronze,
Is a spendthrift who
Flings gold across the landscape
Steps proudly midst Harvest’s abundance.
Caresses velvety peaches
Plucks bushels of pears, plums and pomegranates
Bites crisp, caramel apples
Tastes tangy hot cider.
Greets goblins at her door
Hands out treats to pint-sized Jack-O-Lanterns
While wit...
Thursday 19th October 2023 11:04 pm
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