Autumn Dream
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Marilyn Lott
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We hear the rustle of drying leaves
Their crunch beneath our feet
The air is cool as the season changes
And it smells so earthy and sweet
A frosty kiss in the early morn
Our breath too can be seen
We snuggle in our winter coat
Ah yes, it’s an autumn dream!
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