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Tuesday, 3 September 2013

Autumn - Poem.

Autumn is a mixture of seasons.
frosty wind whipping past trees falling the leaves.
The wind whistling past people leaving them cold,
suddenly you would see goose bumps pop up on their skin
The wind rushing up against houses making a whistle sound as it passes.
It is a tiring season raking and breaking leaves.

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