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Oct 2011
Tree, why do you shake?
Because it is cold.

Why do you slump?
It's because I am old.

Are you leaving, with the leaves?
Yes, I go when they do.

Alright, I'll see you next year.
**And I'll be seeing you, too.
Robyn Kekacs
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