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October's Leaves

When the leaves are in the air, They twirl and swirl and float. They pass by castles made of clouds, As though they were waves in a moat. But when they rustle, bustle, scamper by, As if they were really trying to fly, You can almost hear the wind sigh, As it goes passing by. Their colors bright, fiery, glare; You just can't help but stare.