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Note to self 2
by Barbara GriffithAll around you they fall,
insignificant leaves off a tree.
Though they lay at your feet,
their presence alluding to their cause,
no tears are wept over a renewable sight.
You're so interested in the paper,
that you've forgotten the leaves that drift
and beg at the souls of your shoes. 01/05/2005 Author's Note: Working copy... Thanks to Dave Morris for all the help :)
Posted on 01/06/2005
Copyright © 2024 Barbara Griffith
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