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(1) Sawdust soils the floor Blocks of wood fill the waste can- Clock ticks time away
(2) The moon casts a glow as the stars pierce the darkness- winter tickles the skin
(3) Quiet rumbles in ears long accustomed to noises- A knock banishes dark
(4) Autumn nip in the air- Black wasp hunting on green grass Red leaves fall to the ground
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