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Fall is a time
when the leaves change colour In Fall I fall into the soft, sweet, grass. They will be raked up and jumped on by kids. The soft sweet smell of leaves fills the air. The crumply texture tickles you Soon kids will go to school. Those leaves won't be jumped on anymore. Soon winter will come. A time for sledding, skiing, skating. Spring will come when flowers bloom. The leaves grow back! But not golden yellow or ruby red: they are green, plain green like the sweet green grass. Summer, then fall, fall, glorious fall will start to appear. Again. |
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