Fall
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Callie Kho, Grade 2
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Poetry
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2004
The seasons go round
It's fall now.
The breeze goes through the trees
and down comes the leaves.
All diffeent colors,
Reds, browns, and yellows.
Fall all around me.
I rake them up into piles,
Then i jump into them.
I go to bed, and
Dream of all the fall things I'll do
Tomorrow.