An Unopened Book
Days Of Autumn
The weather is getting colder.
The grasses dew, start to freeze.
The sweater boxes are pulled down,
from the top shelf in the closet.
The jackets are finally worn again.
Scarves are wraped around the neck.
Tennis shoes are put away,
Winter boots set in there place.
The trees are becoming bare,
a slight chill is in the air.
Enter the days of autumn.
The grasses dew, start to freeze.
The sweater boxes are pulled down,
from the top shelf in the closet.
The jackets are finally worn again.
Scarves are wraped around the neck.
Tennis shoes are put away,
Winter boots set in there place.
The trees are becoming bare,
a slight chill is in the air.
Enter the days of autumn.
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Days Of Autumn
Days Of Autumn