THE AIR I LOVE

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By oldness49

Fall

I love the fresh air of Fall.To me the air is clear and crisp,what a wonderful time of the year!I am like the inner child in all of us,remembering the days of school,falling leaves,apples,pumpkins with their grins welcoming the trick or treaters to get candy! But,I like this time also because I call this the snuggle up weather,sitting in front of a fire. Watching those scarey movies.Hot chocolate,hot tea for me.There are some good movies coming out or already out ! can`t wait to see Zombieland,Saw v1!wow!

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oldness49 Hub Author 2 years ago

Autumn

Charlotte L. Riser

When the trees their summer splendor

Change to raiment red and gold,

When the summer moon turns mellow,

And the nights are getting cold;

When the squirrels hide their acorns,

And the woodchucks disappear;

Then we know that it is autumn,

Loveliest season of the year.

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