The leaves are falling, the leaves are falling, on the deck and the dirt, the leaves can be seen wherever you are, the leaves glow a bright yellow, the leaves are falling, the leaves are falling The leaves look like they are flying, to faraway places, with fire in its heart the leaves blow up into a flame, the wind blows so fast, that the leaves all change route and goes to the acquaintance’s house. Brendon Wang is a fourth-grader at Medina Elementary School. This is his first time appearing in the Review.
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