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Nature

The leaves fall gently,

Silently, to the ground.

Little squirrels chatter

And run all around.

The caterpillar creeps slowly

To find a snug place,

Where he spins a cocoon

That covers his face.

The wind blows briskly

Through all of the trees.

Each little animal

Can hardly be seen.

They are all ready

For the coming event,

When dark clouds arise

And snowflakes are sent.

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Soon a white blanket

Of diamonds appear

That shows we are entering

Another New Year!

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