Of all the lovely seasons, It's autumn Mom holds dear, Bright colors splashed on every tree, And days so cool and clear, Leaves without haste dance to the ground, An autumnal waltz that makes no sound, As my mothers heir, I must agree, The leaves are a special sign, Like the explosion of a huge paint bomb, A unique seasonal design.
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