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The leaves come down

The leaves come down

And they’re orange and brown

And they fall in the forest

And they tumble in the town

And they clog up the gutters and gather in the grates

They're  the colour of butter when they shine on slates 

And they crinkle and curl as they silently lie

For this is the time when the leaves all die

 

In Autumn gales 

They are blown and tossed

As the sun tu...

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autumnFallwar poetryrenewal

The leaves come down

The leaves come down

And they’re orange and brown

And they fall in the forest

And they tumble in the town

And they clog up the gutters and gather in the grates

They're  the colour of butter when they shine on slates 

And they crinkle and curl as they silently lie

For this is the time when the leaves all die

 

In Autumn gales 

They are blown and tossed

As the sun tu...

Read and leave comments (0)

autumnFallwar poetryrenewal

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