Autumn and Childhood
In the colorful
Fall
All is well
The
Cool
And
Crisp
Air.
There is
No pleasure
Greater than
Jumping in
That giant
Pile of
Leaves.
Slowly you
Take in
The colors
And realize
This
Feeling
Is like
No other,
Unique
And only
A
Miracle.
The End
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