Had a reason to walk downtown to the post office.
Not really thinking anything, an old poem kept running in my head.
They’re coming down in showers,
The leaves all gold and red;
They’re covering the little flowers,
And tucking them in bed.
They’ve spread a fairy carpet
All up and down the street;
And when we skip along to school
They rustle ‘neath our feet.
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