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Acorn's Fall

Hanging out with my acorn friends, Riding wild winds on writhing limbs As round capped surfers without boards I laughed loud when I watched them fall. Looking up with faces of despair They could but see my derriere. As a swinger without a care I felt loved by the rushing air. My oak looked haggard when I fell Its arthritic limbs beseeching Each passing cloud that drifted by: Could this acorn be another me? 4/22/2020

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