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Priyanka Sabharwal

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Priyanka Sabharwal

Abstract

I Am Autumn

I Am Autumn

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Autumn came knocking on the door, 

As I opened the door, 

Chilly winds accompanied him, 

His teeth started rattling, 

I offered Autumn a glass of brandy, 

He gulped down in succession, 

Autumn says even I need some warmth, 

As I am freezing inside, 

Coldness is my signature style, 

Let's sit in front of the fire, 

And celebrate my arrival. 


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