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Autumn {a poem}

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Autumn

Can you see the colors: crimson, gold and amber?

Can you hear the crackle and crunch of the leaves?

Can you feel the crisp fall air?

Can you smell the scent of a ripe, plump apple?

Can you taste the warmth of a freshly baked pie?

 

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