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Apr 2015
Moments pass like leaves
on a windswept November day.
Beautiful and Golden
dancing merrily in the bright sunshine,
swiftly passing out of sight and out of time.
Until all that we are left with are bare branches
and memories of what once was green.
David Hall
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David Hall  35/M/Nashville
(35/M/Nashville)   
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