My favorite time of year is here
when the sun's not quite so near
the days are cool the nights are cold
leaves are turning
orange & gold
scarecrow's
&
pumpkins
line front yard's
soon children
with masks and bag's
will fill the street's
looking for fun & begging for candy
as nest's of squirrel's
are built
at the tops of trees
i enjoy that October breeze
my favorite time of year is here
that could only mean
winter is near
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