Poem called Leaves in the breeze

Globster
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Poem called in leaves in the breeze 
The leaves blowing in the breeze and the cold wind that cuts into the skin of my face. As I drive my electric wheelchair at a steady pace through my local park with grey coloured gease were walking around on the grass with beautiful grace and poise this a sight to behold in my mind 

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  • Rosie_Scope
    Rosie_Scope Posts: 8,404 Online Community Team
    Lovely poem, it definitely makes you picture a bracing winter day :)

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