Sam Woolfolk of Ipswich
April 26, 2007 02:56 pm
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Colorful, colorful, colorful leaves, everywhere I look.
It's like a rainbow that never disappears.
And in winter it is stolen by a crook.
The crackling sound of leaves, underneath my feet,
Never stops while walking on the street.
Jumping into leaves never gets old.
The dry smelling leaves, while you're in the cold.
After all my fun I say,
"I can't wait for next year to play."
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