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Autumn


A crisp sound hollers through the air,

dancers twirl down the swirling stair,

art work collage pieced together on the ground,

lightly swirling all around,

raining on the roof with leaves from above,

training the world for winter to come,

the world is colored in bright pastels,

to keep the sleeping warm in blankets,

a school’s art,

is fall’s start.

 
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