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![]() Autumn's Gown Of Many Colours Sweet Autumn wears a multi-coloured gown, So rich, with gold and copper, and with red. Her beauty is deserved of high renown, This lovely treasure, scattered where we tread. Her wealth is manifest, that we might see Abundant fruits that now our baskets fill, Her nuts and berries, borne by bush and tree Sustain the birds and squirrels through the chill. The touch of frost that nips the air at night, The leaves that scurry, brown amongst the green, Add sparkle and excitement to the sight, As fireworks and lanterns light the scene. Her yearly splendour lifts our spirits high, As we enjoy our wine and pumpkin pie.
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