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Village of Autumn

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By Mother CombsPublished 3 years ago • 1 min read
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In the Eastern part of the state

There is a village right off a plate

Where the streets are straight

And the people are great

The trees are all ornate

Pumpkins are out late

The weather is up for debate

In this wonderful estate

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Mother Combs

Come near, sit a spell, and listen to tales of old as I sit and rock by my fire. I'll serve you some cocoa and cookies as I tell you of the time long gone by when your Greats-greats once lived.

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    Written by Mother Combs