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Poem Number 23118

Amidst all the Autumn melancholy
mist, the leaves limp impishly
is our foolishness disguised enough
no, the wiley wind says
winter will arrive and the leaves will rot
and the world will continue
supporting fools that trample
unborn blossoms and dew drop tears
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naked caressing an out-turned hip
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