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Wednesday 10 April 2019

My autumn poem

Autumn is when it starts to get cold.
Up in the threes the leaves are colourful. 
The old trees shed their leaves.
Under the old trees, are damp leaves.
Mud puddles cold & frozen.
Near me there are lots of beautiful trees.

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