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Tuesday, 9 April 2019

Acrostic poem

Autumn is when brown leaves fall.

Unpredictable leaves fall. 

Trees are old, trees are tall, leaves are colourful and some are very small.

Under the bright trees leaves fall.

Magnificent leaves are striking down to me.

Near me are old brown leaves.


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