Old Rusty LeafO my, the summer is gone,What will be done?Because this cannot be undone.Rusty colors are being born,Nature is preparing to mourn,The forgotten seasons which are time worn.Cold days shall knock,We will invite them for a walk,Because we will not stay in the house, locked.Crows, Ravens and Owls,Shall sing their songs,Until the last leaf...falls.
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