The Joys of Autumn
the smell of pumpkin spice in the air
crunching leaves underfoot with high-heeled boots
golden candlelight illuminating from carved pumpkins
the sweet taste of warm apple cider in a red mug
crunching leaves underfoot with high-heeled boots
the towering trees shed their dying yellow leaves
the sweet taste of warm apple cider in a red mug
the refreshing feeling of the crisp autumn air
the towering trees shed their dying yellow leaves
the savory taste of a pumpkin spice latte in the evening
the refreshing feeling of the crisp autumn air
these are the joys of autumn
the smell of pumpkin spice in the air
the savory taste of a pumpkin spice latte in the evening
golden candlelight illuminating from carved pumpkins
these are the joys of autumn
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