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I looked up at the yellowing of a crescent pumpkin creme moon to see God kiss a harvest fall coming soon. So big and round it was between the stars just a sight showing a powerful and all around beautiful light. It will give Fall's season a colorful time to blink and crayon made moon comes in with a wink. Fall Harvest cinnamon spice with passions of colors smore God giving us Autumn and all of its atore' Vote for this poem
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