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Autumn’s Call


I remember growing old right here

Sitting on the porch in the late fall air

As all around me yellow leaves twirled

To the ground

And I can feel the autumn breeze

With it’s chill and knobbly knees

And how it raised goose bumps

On my arms

All the smells mix together

Campfires, leaves, and chilly weather

They surround me

And I remember

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