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The hues of color on the rolling hills, Shows the magical signs of the season's change. Crispness of the morning air, Takes my breath away on a cool Fall day. Toasting marshmallows at night in a circle of love, A bonfire keeping you warm from the cold night air. Church hayrides on a blustery afternoon, Hot Chocolate to warm you inside and out. Taking a Sunday drive down a country road, Seeing the wondrous work of nature. Rustling leaves of orange, yellow and red, That's what Fall means to me. |
| The Colors of Fall |
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| Poetry by Glenda Kaye |
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| URL for this page: www.oocities.org/lilsites4u/fall.html Created by Glenda Kaye (c) 11/11/2007 |
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