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Wednesday, September 27, 2017

Autumn, A Poem.

Autumn.
The leaf on the twig, the twig on the tree, the tree, giving shade to a bumble bee.
The leaf turned brown, started falling down, and landed on the ground in the carpark of Countdown.
Followed by others, leaves that were Brothers, leaves that were Sisters, and leaves that were Fathers and Mothers.
It was clear to the town, along with the Playground, as well as the stores around, that Autumn had started…


...and then came the nervous breakdown.

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