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Nov 2011
How many times
In how many days?
As each sun rises,
Another sun sets.
A petal falls,
A lonesome tree.
The slithering tongue
From behind the green apple.
No words,
Just looks-
A flittering glance.
No more decorations.
The flower stem
Bare.
Written by
Katrina Steinbacher
865
   Cailey Weaver and JM
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