Autumn time, leaves gold and brown,
Trees are losing their rustic crowns,
Berries and nuts in secret stores,
Leaves covering the earthy floor,
Squirrels, rabbits, ferrets and mice,
Escaping the cold, it's grip like a vice.
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Random poems
PoetryAs the name suggests this is a book of random poems. By me and other people. I will also post poems by other people, so just send your poem in a message and it will probably pe published. Thanks for reading!
