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Autumn girl
The wind picked up and tugged,
Her clothes, sending the scarf flying.
She chased it, laughing merrily,
And caught it overlying,
The branches of a fading tree,
Passing into winter sleep,
And then she was gone, on a gust of wind.
Leaving leaves piled in a heap.
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