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Fall Leaves

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To Twirl, to swirl, to whirl around,

up and up, then splash the ground.

Spinning and brimming on all these sides,

looking up among this sky.

Crashing and thrashing into still pools,

there I’ll be, within this world..

Living and leaving deemed a fool.

Written by me Bee, xoxo

 

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