Poem -
Fall
Leaves crunching,
the weather starts cooling.
Throw on a sweatshirt,
head to the outskirts.
Meet up with friends at the bonfire,
and it's so perfect you feel like you willΒ never tire.
How can someone not like fall,
when it's the best season of all?
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