Autumn Is Near

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    Autumn Is Near

     Autumn is near and it is a beautiful time of the year. The leaves start to turn color, first red and then yellow.

    Then there is a feeling like a soft fluffy pillow.

    A sweet Autumn smell that fills up the air, the cool Autumn breeze that gently blows through your hair.

    The sun is still shining on this exquisite Autumn day, as we watch with a smile and our fears just drift away.

    This is a gift that no one can ever buy, a wonderful sight that is gentle to our eyes.

    Soon autume will leave and winter will arrive, but whatever the season, just be thankful you are alive.

    Autumn is near and it is a beautiful time of the year.

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    Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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