Entry for POETRY IS IN THE HOUSE Poetry Contest: Sponsored by: Nette Onclaud Date wrote 6th Nov 25
Each fall it filled with leaves, each year, the two of them would climb up to the eaves clear the golden blanket; not this year, or the next; and no one knows, or grieves.
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