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Seasons

Howls of snow fills the 

air – wind blows against the trees 

As leaves fall from the sky 

 

Apple pie bites a 

cat like a wild dog – it blinds

them with the taste.

 

Oak trees stand tall like 

Proud giants – mr squirrel get its food for hibernation.

 

Glasses sit on the table 

 – as someone picked them up 

in the darkness of the moon.

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