"Breeze blows leaves over, mostly colored yellow,
So I sweep them in my sack.
Yes, yes, yes, it's my autumn almanac." The Kinks.
I'm so sick of all this rain. Can't wait for the sun to come out of the clouds just for one day so I can take some photographs in the woods. Until then, I'll just play with leaves and read.
So I sweep them in my sack.
Yes, yes, yes, it's my autumn almanac." The Kinks.
I'm so sick of all this rain. Can't wait for the sun to come out of the clouds just for one day so I can take some photographs in the woods. Until then, I'll just play with leaves and read.
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