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Despite its crackling, its crunching and its rustling,
Autumn steals away summer
Conceals it beneath a blanket of dry leaves and cloudy mist
Grey skies and chilly breeze
Really, it's been there all along
Summer struggles against it, but
Autumn always wins
Entombed in their spiny cases,
Conkers break free
Ready to clatter and collide in pockets, on playgrounds and on pieces of string
Golden, amber, bronze, copper
Royal colours against a blue sky
Harvest moon and September sun
Early dawns disappear
Evenings draw in, closer, near
Snuggle up in cosy clothes
Autumn's here
The King of Seasons
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