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12 November 2008

Lord, I loathe Autumn

Autumn's Ball

The leaves rustle & chant; endlessly
Dancing with the wind,
they make lovely partners.
A myriad of colours- in an open ballroom.
A waltz of freedom.
It is Autumn.
The end of their summer
and this is their last chance to dance.

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