Running away from the old worn out facesForgetting those dreary so regular places
Tumbling then falling to cover in brown
A drop in the temperature bringing me down
Faster each moment no time to be lost
No matter the beauty regardless of cost
Naked then laid bare before budbursting new
Golden brown orange the seasonal view
Quicker then shorter the day or the sun
The cold nights of winter have not yet begun
Prepared for in earnest bake our Yuletide cake
Gather the firewood for Autumnal escape
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