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Saturday, November 19, 2022

When leaves leave,

Who’s begging them please, stay,

Don’t crumble away…

Their colors, each utters,

We’ll be back by next May,

With flowers, lite showers,

And days with long hours…

More sun, more light,

And nights when moon’s bright,

Through trees, warm breezes,

To ripening peaches,

They’ve missed you as well,

From days our sun fell,

To ringing day bells,

And hiding sunlight,

….winter frost bites,

So when strawberries ripe,

We’ll be just alright…

-Budd

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