Poetry
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An Inbetween
Autumn sculpts the land,
casting away Summer,
but through the cracks in the clay,
whispers of Summer haunt the day.
The suns ray's seep down,
casting the red and orange leaves a glow.
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Autumn sculpts the land,
casting away Summer,
but through the cracks in the clay,
whispers of Summer haunt the day.
The suns ray's seep down,
casting the red and orange leaves a glow.
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Are these old Burlington Free Presses? I recognize the Community Journalism Project logo!
Yes they are!
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