Weaving   Brisk autumn winds Blow swift and cold. Now regal elms Are dripping gold. The last roses fade. Summer birds take leave. Autumn has a tapestry She must weave. Word painting By Mariannajo © 2010 Mariannajo (All rights reserved)

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