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Monday, November 19, 2007

The cold of late fall

Is upon me

The dread of winter

To follow

Friday, November 02, 2007

The months and years pass

Almost as fast as the leaves of fall

Pass outside my window

Some are a lovely gold

Some a beautiful red

And some a dismal brown

Much like the years that have passed

But with the years

More are brown then gold or red