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and the leaves shall cry out, with the winds moving tempo
no longer held by stillness, to their fallen estate.
Loved this poem! very nice
by Dan Caldwell on Nov. 1 2009
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and the leaves shall cry out, with the winds moving tempo no longer held by stillness, to their fallen estate. Loved this poem! very nice
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