Aren’t we all still kids deep down inside?
I watch the Summer season fade away
as Autumn’s cool chill arrives.
The leaves are changing colors,
soon they will fall to the ground.
I’ll take the rake from the shed,
make a huge pile to jump into.
I’ll roll and laugh like a child,
for deep inside I’m still a kid.
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