I'd rather fall in love with the fall.
Summer never loved me at all.
Winter was cold— so lonely.
Spring was once my one and only.
No matter Fall's mood—
Yellow, orange, brown, and black.
Fall always had my back.
Not for the long haul,
but it's worth the wait.
Fall is by far the best date.
Admiration is only for the young.
A life of being stepped on
and raked is surely not fun.
Such disrespect for the older ones.
We should be carefully
gathered and turned into art.
Take a photograph because
you’ll never see such beauty till next year.
I’ll fall and I’ll die.
No one will wonder why.
September, October, and November
The best times to remember.
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I also LOVE fall.