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   FallBrown leaves drifting nowhereColors spin roadbedsWith mosaic songsWhispered by the sunSummer's end brings richharvest to the shy earthThe golden crops cry outAlong the furrowsBegging to be harvestedOnly blindly could youWalk through fall Unawareby Katie Buchda, Phoenix, AZ



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