Autumn has flown by, In a cold whirl of breeze, The last lil one peeps, From beneath the twigs. Resist she does, Not ready to give up, Wants to hang on longer, Have the last sip from the cup. “Oh no, not yet” She exclaimed at the wind, “But it’s a

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