59 – The Unfairness Of Autumn

Poem number 59
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The Unfairness Of Autumn
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The tree stands tall, and still alive
The leaves fall down quite dead.
The tree is sparse and skeletal
The leaves are burnished red.
The tree will see another year
The leaves will rot away.
It seems a mite unfair to me
But who am I to say!

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