Autumn
Pumpkins, nice, big and orange;
Leaves falling, falling towards the ground,
Gold and red they turn.
Red, big, juicy apples.
Children laughing, talking,
Sipping hot cider.
Rakes screeching, leaves crunching,
The cool air nipping at you nose.
At night, you hear fires everywhere.
Every time you look around the corner,
You see a pair of scarecrow eyes
Looking back at you.
Oh goody! Thanksgiving's coming up.
And then it ends; winter comes.
Goodbye! Goodbye! Until next year....
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