Oh, let me never grow too old
to be bewitched by autumn's gold—
to share the overwhelming joy
within the heart of that small boy
who runs amok when he perceives
these tempting, ordered piles of leaves.
to be bewitched by autumn's gold—
to share the overwhelming joy
within the heart of that small boy
who runs amok when he perceives
these tempting, ordered piles of leaves.
—Jean S. Platt
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When did Ame get so old? I swear that she did not look so big last week.
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