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Jun 2015
Leaves change color
and drop to the ground
I hear a sound.

Silence!

What can it
be?

Trees blowing in
the wind it's that
time again, snow falling
it's Winters calling.
This is a older poem that I would share I hope you like it.
Written by
Anthony J Nacke  Wisconson
(Wisconson)   
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   Aynjul and McNe
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