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Autumn’s Fulfillment Autumn rolls upon my heart. It breathes life upon me. I call out to it’s ever being, I am fulfilled. Its days are numbered Living every as if…its last An early rise and sleeping none. Few tomorrows and enchanted todays, I am fulfilled. Its brilliance is defining. I embrace its rewards of vision. My senses overwhelmed. I am fulfilled. When gone…gone for sure I too wither.…