Late Autumn
Poem by Danny P. Barbare

A coat to be worn. Chilly and
The nose. Pretty trees. Pecans
Falling. A wreath on the door
That has a pumpkin on it. Apples
In the frig. Winter will be here
Soon. Nightfall. Christmas trees
For sale beneath a string of bulbs.

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