I'm kicking up crispy old leaves
they say please love
please please please love
Gotta stir them up
in order to move through them
I keep a fast pace though,
it's cold outside and
I've got things to do
but I swoop down and grab a few
Just as lovely now
as when they were attached
There is beauty in that which once was.
Friday, December 5, 2008
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