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walking barefoot down a long dusty dirt road hawk circles high above fairylights dancing on the dark waters below moonlight on ducks wake gourmet butterfly dines at one rose, then another which will win four stars? just two months ago this trees leaves were emeralds now, magically gold smell of woodsmoke pumpkin glows in early morning sun evening of year capricious breeze lifts high, then drops, autumn leaves going its fickle way low scudding rainclouds warming their gray bottoms on blaze of autumn leaves carved pumpkin, eyes alight greets princesses and pirates who would have dreamed frost on window panes fork full of pumpkin pie hearth and heart are warm Next
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