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Crackle and Crunch
 


Carrot- coloured, scarlet, crimson, gold,
crispy leaves crackle and crunch.
Zingy atmosphere... I am bold,
Mamma, calling me for lunch,
'OK, coming,' she is told.

By cherryk

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