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FALL SYMPHONYThe echoes of summer's notes fade on the breeze As crisp, sharp, staccato winds sing through the trees. Autumn's brightest symphony sparkles and flies As falling leaves circle and swirl through the skies Crescendoes of color gold, orange, and red Usher the year's denouement in their stead K.Tate Jacoby copyright 10/9/08 Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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