As we bear the cold autumn winds
The brisk autumn nights
The cold trails us by a hair everywhere
Yet still, we play outside
We run outside
We talk outside
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Through the hay maze
Like little mice for cheese
We wander too the end
For the great big prize
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Crunch crunch crunch, the sound
Of a big leaf pile
Jumped upon
Numerous times
Being shaped into
Cars, trains,
Boats, and spaceships
Being raked Up
And Up
And Up.
[Authors note: this was made by me myself, and i]