The hushing sounds of leaves hitting my pavement,
Being whisked away in their own little dance,
They swung with the wind,
And never gave up on their stance,
Their happiness was unseen to the autumn,
As they spinningly fell to their once thought doom,
They carried on without a thought,
While you got out your broom,
You swept up their smiles,
They spun into the air,
They fought back bravely,
But you thought that they didn't care,
You fought until the end,
Sweeping until you were finally glad,
But your one missed leaf,
Became very sad.
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