Rustle.
Rustle. autumn stories
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Poem about Autumn.

Rustle.

Rustle. They are coming.

Rustle, rustle.

Rustle, rustle. Not long now.

Rustle.

Rustle. The wind is blowing them near.

Rustle.

Rustle. They’re nearly here.

Rustle, rustle, rustle.

Rustle, rustle, rustle. Can you hear them coming.

Rustle.

Rustle. They’re orange, they’re yellow, they’re red.

Rustle, rustle.

Rustle, rustle. They’re nearly here I said.

Rustle.

Rustle. What are they, tell me please.

Rustle, rustle.

Rustle, rustle. The autumn leaves.

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