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the little leaf
clinging tenaciously by its needle toe
the dry golden leaf
trembles and twists
a tortured dance in the chill wind
and refuses to let go -
afraid to die
the breeze reconnoiters
draws back and whips again
wheezing up the trunk
rifling the raggedy branches
into a twitching frenzy
but the little leaf holds on
the shifty ...
Saturday 30th October 2010 4:53 pm
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