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Wednesday, 10 April 2019

My Autumn poem

Autumn is when the leaves are red.

Under the trees there are crunchy and crispy leaves.

The trees have red and yellow colours.

Under my feet, the old leave are crunching.

March is when autumn begins.

Near me, there are beautiful trees.