Just a little poem I wrote about my favorite season.
Autumn Fair
Fall's crisp air sweeps over me, bringing a brilliant smile to my face.
The autumn air is fresh and clean. The colors brilliant and bold.
The reds and yellows and golds, shine brightly in the sun.
Trees sway gently in the cool breaze, birds chirp noisely,
squrriels scamper about,
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