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From the poem ‘Autumn’ by my delightful cousin Jan Gemmell:

Autumn is fast approaching, and the leaves turn into gold,
The days becoming shorter, the soil becoming cold,
Yet it’s not all that depressing; glorious gifts abound,
There’s much to fill the heart with joy if one just looks around.

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The trees are shedding mantles to prepare for season spring,
Brisk winds rustle dying leaves, and make the wind chimes ring,
I clothe my feet in sturdy shoes and crunch the falling leaves
Which tumble from the bushes and whirl around the eaves.

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