Under the trees are heaps of golden leaves.
Trees can turn old in autumn.
Under my feet I can feel crispy leaves.
March is when it gets cold and icy.
No one likes the cold.
Monday 16 March 2020
Autumn Poem
Autumn is cold.
Under the trees are heaps of golden leaves.
Trees can turn old in autumn.
Under my feet I can feel crispy leaves.
March is when it gets cold and icy.
No one likes the cold.
Under the trees are heaps of golden leaves.
Trees can turn old in autumn.
Under my feet I can feel crispy leaves.
March is when it gets cold and icy.
No one likes the cold.
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