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Autumn



The leaves are dropping, trains are stopping


The traveller sighs and whines,


For work he’s late


He really hates


The leaves upon the line.



The leaves are falling, people sprawling


Although they’ve walked with care,


It’s causing slips


And broken hips


And pain that’s hard to bear.



The leaves descending, joy unending


Yellow, brown and gold,


A heavenly sight


Of colours bright


A pleasure to behold