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To The Fall

It is raining leafs' They are pouring down If you half listen Then, They barely make a sound.. -------- 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

Copyright © | Year Posted 2014




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