To the Fall
It is raining leafs'
They are pouring down
If you half listen
Then,
They barely make a sound..
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The birds' they do sing,
They doth' fly south
The tinny tinkling
Taste of morning dew
Is so prevalent...
I can taste it in my mouth
Poet/Author
Gary Fields
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