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A yellow leaf broke away from the tree.
He thought he could live now free.
But it happened a quite different way,
Without a trunk, he could helplessly lay.
Laying lonely far from the trunk
He was feeling a little bit drunk.
Even though the others were around,
His happiness was not found.
I wandered on the fallen leaves in the forest,
And the weather looked ...
Wednesday 25th September 2024 12:46 pm
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