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[title] => Autumn
[time] => 2011-11-16 17:00:58
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[bodytext] => It is close to winter, and the trees are almost bare. I sit on the swing, look up, and stare. One by one, leaves float down to the ground. so silent, they don't even make a sound. All of them warm colors, brown, orange, yellow and red. It looks as though, the trees might be dead. No green in sight, it's quite a fright. but it will be all right, when spring comes again. [comments] => 0 [counter] => 69 [topic] => 27 [informant] => LittleMissAnonymous [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => NaturePoetry )
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