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Autumn is Singing in the Hills
Autumn is singing in the hills,
Sunshine is laughing on the breeze,
Red leaves are dancing from the eaves,
Wood-smoke is ribboning the trees.
Autumn is singing in the hills.
Pale moths are speckling the light,
Moonshine is silvering the night,
Two hearts are purring with delight.
poem
by
Alison Cassidy
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