47 – Autumn Coup

Poem number 47
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Autumn Coup
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Autumn, Autumn, everywhere
Leaves cascade without a care
A million reds, a million browns
Kaleidoscopes around the town
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A perfect technicolour coup
A way for those with much to do
To overthrow the daily grind
A pity then, I’m colour blind.

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