THE PRETTY CAR RIDE
As we drove through the tunnel of leaves,
I told my mom to slow down.
I just need to look around more carefully.
“Beautiful mother nature,” I said.
The leaves were such a mix of colors.
The colors were like fire-red.
As the car rolled over the slippery leaves,
It was like we had just came out of the car wash.
The tires sounded as good as new.
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