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Jul 2015
as the wind starts calling
all the leaves are falling
they're not ready to die
so they're stopping and stalling

and the branches just sway
as the leaves try to stay
but the tree screams in pain
"WON'T YOU PLEASE GO AWAY!?"

so the leaves falsely smile
as they're raked in a pile
crumbled up into mulch
and spread over a mile
Arlo Disarray
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