Autumn Falls, by jeanimoo Subscribe to rss feed for jeanimoo

Autumn falls in a certain time of year
every year it is suppose to be a season
of many different colors and even scents.
The weather is suppose to be ok and not
too cold at all and I remember the
thanksgiving dinner we learn about in
School and the Pilgrims and Indians ate
that special meal, I wonder what their
conversation was and wonder if some of
them became close friends.
Autumn Falls as leaves turn colors and fall
from the tree. And we all sip apple cider and
eat pumpkin pie.
Posted: 2005-10-02 03:29:30 UTC

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