The Leaves Are Blushing

The leaves are blushing for the fall,
as if the weather is their call
( as if the summer's little flings
and not to mention of the spring's...)
Well, let's just say they've had a ball

Soon they'll invade suburban sprawl
The neighborhood is one big brawl
Leaf blower blows and chainsaw sings
The leaves are blushing

But then the truck comes out to haul
and neatly packages them all
though some escape on crimson wings
to wait for songs on fav'rite things
That is my image of the fall
The leaves are blushing

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