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maybe others ?
you see them walking down the street, but how many notice them, REALLY notice them??
They are an annoyance, a mess only kids love em....
Leaves, falling leave....
that is how i feel.
Ground underfoot, shattered and mangled,
the pain so immense at times its toooo much to even feel
Just old, used up, my turn is done...
or maybe i will escape and be set free to and fro, maybe be admired for a moment or two...
be picked as a child's leaf to trace....
be somehting
just for awhile
my time almost seems at an end here
and there,
and there...
go out in a blaze of glory, just like a pile of leaves...
romp
(and NO, im NOT high!)
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