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Ji-In Jeong Autumn's LeavesThe sound of autumn’s leaves,
Crunching beneath my feet.
With every step
So crisp.
So satisfying, like music to my ears.
I’m a kid again,
Wasting time, crushing leaves,
Unaware of the full life ahead of me.
Why would I want to stop?
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[TABLE OF CONTENTS, LHS CLASS OF 2013 EDITION]
Copyright © 2002-2011 Student Publishing Program (SPP). Poetry and prose © 2002-2011 by individual authors. Reprinted with permission.
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