(Print) Use this randomly generated list as your call list when playing the game. There is no need to say the BINGO column name. Place some kind of mark (like an X, a checkmark, a dot, tally mark, etc) on each cell as you announce it, to keep track. You can also cut out each item, place them in a bag and pull words from the bag.
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We picked ten tons of apples, and my arms are still sore from carrying the baskets.
The maple trees are so bright, they're blinding the whole neighborhood.
October is a box of crayons, spilled across the hills.
The morning air was as sharp as broken ice.
The scent of pumpkin spice is so strong this time of year, you can smell it from a different state.
The harvest season is Nature's pantry, stocked and brimming.
The dry leaves crunched underfoot, sounding like a thousand tiny glasses breaking.
The days grow short as a hasty good-bye.
There were a billion leaves on the lawn; I'll never finish raking!
The pumpkin patch waited patiently for its visitors.
The zucchini grew to the size of small canoes before we could pick them.
The crisp leaves whispered secrets as I walked through them.
Pitter-patter went the cold rain on the roof, settling us in for a cozy afternoon.
The logs in the autumn fire began to crackle and pop as the evening grew cooler.
It has been raining for a year straight since autumn started.
The press gave a loud sploosh as the fresh apple cider rushed into the bucket.
The trees were streaked with color, like a canvas splattered with watercolor paints.
The maple leaves hung from the branches as loosely as forgotten jewelry.
The air is crisp as a fresh apple.
The trees are torches, burning gold and crimson.
The dry leaves made a soft whoosh and a light patter as they settled onto the wet sidewalk.
I must have seen a million pumpkins at the patch today.
A blanket of orange and rust covers the forest floor.
My brother ate a million pieces of candy corn on Halloween night.
