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Autumn Paints
 
Autumn paints
Her pretty face
With red and gold
And Queen Anne's Lace.

With Black-eyed Susan
Sweet and dense.
She decorates
Each split-rail fence.

She polishes up
The warm sunbeams
And scatters diamonds
Into rippling streams.

Yes, Autumn paints
Her portrait grand
Far and wide
Across the land.

She whispers
To the heart of me
Of love and laughter
And tranquility.

By Mariannajo

© 2018 Mariannajo (All rights reserved)

 

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