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The breeze came and turned it a little.

The frost made it slightly brittle.

The wind hit it in the middle.

And the rain ended the riddle.

It was a leaf.

 

It was down with many another;

Maybe a sister or a brother,

On that branch over yonder,

Before the rend made them wander.

Its life was brief. – eab, 10/65

 

Written while a college student, Cincinnati,Ohio

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