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You call this Fall?


They call the season Fall, but yet Winter calls

Leaves don’t even fall, the weather is at 33 degrees

The sun is out and so is the snow

There is snow but we’re still supposed to be 2 months free

2 months free we thought, No Snow is here and here to stay

The weather we thought was fall was all play

Where are the falling leaves, where are the colors, where is the windy breeze

They say no fall has came only cold 

But why say otherwise

You call this fall, but the weather says winter calls

No falling leaves only frozen

No color changing only the color white from the snow

No windy breeze only to tell you a snowy storm is coming

Coming here and here to stay

You call this fall, but yet winter calls

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<p>I love write poetry.</p>

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