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Mar 2015
The leaf, dried, wrinkled;
A life aging, it is mine.
Greening gone forever.
This is a bit more tradition in its syllable count (I hope).
S R Mats
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S R Mats  F/Houston, TX
(F/Houston, TX)   
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