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The wind sifts weak the dying leaves As drawn out sunsets douse the eaves In light so bright the belly heaves A gentle sigh of fall.
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Sep 3, 2019
Sep 3, 2019 at 5:48 AM UTC
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The wind sifts weak the dying leaves As drawn out sunsets douse the eaves In light so bright the belly heaves A gentle sigh of fall.
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Sep 3, 2019
Sep 3, 2019 at 5:48 AM UTC
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