The crystal ball snow pierced
the biting autumn wind;
parting the dancing, curled, brown leaves,
as they leapt across the lurid landscape.
Jack-o-lanterns and ruby red mums shivered.
Scarecrows on their crossed pickets,
leaned precariously against bales
of salt marsh hay, wafting in the gale.
Remnants of the verdant summer’s
autumnal greenery,
beat the black clouds, blotting the weak,
white...
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