October's Story
The shaking of the big old trees,
Pretty colors in the cool breeze
Falling leaves coming around me,
In October I love to see.
From the oven hot apple pie,
The cinnamon smell makes me cry.
I need a hot pot of mint tea,
In October I love to see.
How can anyone be sad ~ blue,
Always saying to God thank you.
Prayer I will give on my knee,
In October I love to see
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