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The cold, pale rays of sunlight,
\nAre shining in the dawn.
\nAnd the haze is slowly lifting,
\nFrom the trees upon the lawn.<\/p>\n
The leaves, in all their glory,
\nPut on their cloaks of gold,
\nAnd scatter o\u2019er the wood lands,
\nAs the autumn wind blows cold.<\/p>\n
The dark brown nuts are dropping
\nLike a hail upon the ground,
\nAnd the lively little squirrel
\nIs scurrying around.<\/p>\n
The bear, grown fat by summer \u00a0 The cold, pale rays of sunlight, Are shining in the dawn. And the haze is slowly lifting, From the trees upon the lawn. The leaves, in all their glory, Put on their cloaks of gold, And scatter o\u2019er the … Continue reading
\nAmbled o\u2019er the hill,
\nThrough sparkling woodland waters
\nInto the forest still.
\nRoger Fogelman\u20147th grade<\/em><\/p>\n<\/body>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"