Leaves, leaves, leaves

I’m stomping and I’m jumping

and the leaves are crunching.

In the wind they are swirling

and I am twirling and twirling.

Now I’m falling,

with a bump onto my bottom.

I jump up and brush myself off,

laughing.

I love you

leaves, leaves, leaves.

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Author: Alex

I work in a college library, and love reading, writing and drawing. I am a breast cancer survivor.

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