Are You Reading Me?
Tuesday, November 12, 2013
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As biting autumn breezes brew
I see a plant with fronds of blue
is it cold too?
Then after an aggressive gust
I spot a tree with leaves of rust
that will be dust
but suddenly the winds abate
and breathlessly we all await
our common fate.
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