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Rena Erickson
Fall
Summer is over
The cool wind is
in the air
Grass, leaves
Change color
And
Start to fall
This is my favorite
Season of all
The world seems
quite with-out
a sound
Hidden treasures
Upon the ground
Crisp and clean
The scent
Out side
Smoke, fire
Are to abide
Fall is my favorite
time of year
Then there's Winter
That's almost near
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