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Sep 2012
Yellow, orange, and red
Is this dance of the dead
Leaves spinning down to their icy beds

Murderous blue skies
Such a lovely demise
Old Jack lifts high his icy scythe

Now's when you'll be leaving me
Jesse
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Jesse  Austin, TX
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