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Just a poem
Frank J. Reilly (mytundra@erols.com)
smt-as2s60.erols.com
Tues, May 20, 1997 at 8:8PM

The leaves burst golden

they die and fall
there is an autumn
for us all

We older turn to colors flame
then flutter slowly, slowly down
for we have weathered storms galore
assemble we to build your crown

Your beauty yet is still unfold
supple green and not near gold
with strenght you grasp the thrashing tree
for you are you and I am me

Lie here do I await the rake
and peer your beauty just above
I feel the wafting coming wind
and leave behind an endless Love