Fall Poem by J. Mills of JENNIFER MILLS NEWS Vol 8 Issue V

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Today I went outside and it was too cold for my sandals.
The air smelled like a bunch of seasonal glade candles.
Lots of businesses are selling things that taste like Pumpkin Spice.
Like a coffee or a cheese cake or a ball made out of rice.
The season now is over when all the green things grow.
Now it is the season owned by the scare crow.
He will watch you while you’re sleeping and his ears are candy corns,
He wears a pointy hat made outof an acopia, corn.
He lurks in corners watching likea black and angry spider.
Lets all enjoy the fall and drinksome apple cider!

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