Fall

by Ryan Giroux   Oct 17, 2006


The feeling in the morning
a cold breath in the frosty air
the neighbors raking leaves
and the kids without a care
crunchy leaves apon the ground
yellow brown and mostly red
the trees dried up from winter soon
as if the trees look almost dead
but stiff they stand and so pretty to
fall the most beautifal season of all

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