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Of the twelve, I see October as the worst
Coming after September, it’s when the winds begin to brew
The trees lose their leaves, turning brown, blossoms die away
On the floor they lie, bereft – victim of an attack
Brought by winter’s messenger – autumn
Every animal and feathered friend forced to flee from
Relentless onslaught of wind rain and hail.
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