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To the Fall

------ It is raining leaf's They are pouring down If you half listen Then, They barely make A sound... ------ The birds' they do Sing, They doth' fly down South The tinny tinkling Taste of morning dew Is so prevalent I can taste it in My mouth GF

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Date: 9/22/2011 10:33:00 PM
Another very fine piece! X-celent.. :-)
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