An Evening Walk in Autumn– a poem by Pip, the Bacon Poet. The leaves are falling on the ground, I walk, feet crunching, crinkly sound. Colder it gets, so home I hurry, goodness no, is that a flurry? Home lights seen, burning bright, beckon comfort this autumn night. Then at the door, with aroma so great, is savory love upon my…
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