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breccbairdne Poem written for Writer's Cramp |
| Autumn leaves crunching under children playing as crisp air is blowing the last green blades swaying. Kids toil at raking piles of leave for jumping Screams as they go running their gleeful hearts thumping Kids are enjoying but don’t know they’re making memories to cherish while busily raking. 12 lines 3 stanzas |