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Autumn I feel my hands gripping the rake I look at a sea of leaves Before, I looked out my window and saw green

    by By Kylie Teller, Inquirer
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Autumn

I feel my hands gripping the rake

I look at a sea of leaves

Before,

I looked out my window and saw green

Now I look out and see orange, red, and yellow

I toss down the rake with a better idea

And happily plunge into the leaves

Published 
    By Kylie Teller, Inquirer