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Nov 2014
All my leaves are gray
On my branch they told me they'd stay
You told me where to look
And now I see their green faces in a hook
So I cut paper seeds
And from them grew my paper leaves
With a light behind them I'd soon weave
Now I have shadows, but never trees
Moon Shine
Written by
Moon Shine  Davenport, Iowa
(Davenport, Iowa)   
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