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Old Game of Leaves

Crinkling hands, outstretching for last comfort Rusty speckles, sentience all soaked up Trunk limbs sapped veins on close up Scented leaves bow before court Autumn curtain falls, a seasonal sport

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Date: 11/12/2019 2:32:00 PM
As i once practicing Druid I can taste the oakiness of this fine wine poetry Laura. Thank you.
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Date: 11/12/2019 2:18:00 PM
"a seasonal sport" An unique way to look at it...
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