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*A River Of Color*September-28-2003 Trish M. Barrek So many colors brought to us every fall Raking in colors of leaves Jumping in them is such a ball Getting them in our hair and up our sleeves Then we hear that call To come in after we clean up But before i go in A breeze went past my nose And not far behind some leaves in a spin On top of my shoes and cold toes Then i glance once more Of all the colors on the ground Today wasn't a bore Because i got to play In a river of color i have found Before the day went away Just laying there peacefully on natures ground God's sacred floor Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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