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The autumn leaf fall makes me pause

And take in all its beauty.

I will collect it all because

It is a poet’s duty.

I will be greedy and precise,

Just like a tax collector.

If winds should blow cold as ice,

I’ll wear a woolen sweater.

I have to steal each golden piece

Still glitterin’ in the sun,

Turn out the pockets of the streets,

Pick sun-beams with a pun,

Sweep all emotions from the squares

And autumn city gardens,

Even the yellow of street lamps

Should not be left unguarded.

This autumn owes me all its gold,

I need it for my rhymes.

Although the sun is getting cold,

Its smallest coins still chime.

I’ll bring all those emotions home

And write while I can feel them,

Drawing my inspiration from

The plundered autumn kingdom.