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My Autumn Haiku

My Autumn Haiku Leave's seeds soon are sewn; Finally when fully grown, Live lives of their own. Do thank God each day; How He made leaves and each way; Here with me to stay. Leaves were colorful; Always will be wonderful; And moon which was full. Somewhere in the end Leaves always will want to blend On God do depend. Leaves Aren't Unified; Different sizes dried and died; With God now abide. James Thomas Horn Retired Veteran

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Date: 10/11/2014 7:38:00 PM
Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful! Pandita
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James Horn
Date: 10/11/2014 8:01:00 PM
Thank you very much. Now to check out your poems. Jim Horn
Date: 10/11/2014 11:42:00 AM
Creative quite captivating write on nature with religious feelings, James
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James Horn
Date: 10/11/2014 8:00:00 PM
Thanks for comment. Still trying to get a hold on haiku even if it is not supposed to rhyme. How do I remove a poem that I have accidentally entered twice? Jim Horn
Date: 10/11/2014 9:34:00 AM
Wonderful color of the autumn leaves, Gods wonderful way of nature to shed its leaves and regrow even more beautiful :) eve
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Eve Roper
Date: 10/11/2014 11:10:00 AM
finished :) eve thank you James
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James Horn
Date: 10/11/2014 10:14:00 AM
For starters: With much wonder, leaves always are, When we watch from close or maybe way out far All of their great beauty is agreed by us both And in each new year will be another growth. Now you finish it. Jim Horn
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Eve Roper
Date: 10/11/2014 10:05:00 AM
good idea, never thought of that. :) eve
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James Horn
Date: 10/11/2014 10:01:00 AM
Thanks for that great comment. You should turn it into a poem yourself. I still have a lot to learn about haiku which they say is not supposed to rhyme. Oh, well. Jim Horn

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