My poem

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Personification
Hyperbole
Ryme

Autumn

Leaves fall crisp and golden all at one making a colorful delight.
Meanwhile the leaves till hanging on the branches swing and swirel trying to edge them selves of the branch's and be with the others.
 as they edge themselves off the branch the leaves now are falling 100s a mintues.
the glow growing bigger on the ground.
Autumn is here!