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AUTUMN
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| by Christopher, Year 4 |
Autumn always makes me quiver,
Her cold breeze gives me a shiver.
Mystical times in the morning fog,
Watching the fire of a cut down log.
Fireworks on Guy Fawkes night,
Make childrens' faces all alight.
Whilst the leaves are brown,
With a gold crown.
Halloween passes with such a fright,
Monsters arise in the dead of night. |
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Christopher
Year 4
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