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 | Well, my autistic friend...it's officially Autumn... | |
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| The sky is a brilliant blue, and the trees are putting on a show with colorful leaves. | |
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| Hmmmm...do I hear a buzzing sound? | |
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| The air is so CRISP! Oh I I love this season. I think I shall recite a poem...When autumn wind goes running It does some magic things. It gives the shadows dancing shoes It gives the bright leaves wings When autumn wind goes running It curls the bonfire's tail of smoke And shares a little whispered joke With cornstalks who delight to prattle It turns a seed pod into a rattle When autumn wind goes running... | |
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