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The wildwood brook laughs mockingly,
bickering with the wind
that boast and blusters through the trees
as Autumn nears its end.
The leaves fly quickly from their boughs,
seeking one last chance to play,
before the brook shall carry them
or wind blow them away.
Corn stalks bow in yonder field
and pumpkins start to grin
and smile up at the Harvest moon
that's tickled by the wind
blowing puffs of fluffy clouds
across October skies
as night takes on a frosty chill
just before the wild geese fly.

By Annie

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