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A poem about fall...or maybe more? |
| Fall Hacks A tree above the yard hacks its leaves it is dying for now we do that sometimes Leaves burn with bravado hacking white smoke returning for now we do that sometimes Colours run into your heart hacking a path planting new seeds we do this sometimes Strong flowers struggle feeding the hacking bugs holding on to now we do that sometimes A tree above the yard is bare, hacked dead, for now we do, sometimes |