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ponderous poetry for the hoi polloi

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autumn

L’automne

Tangerine sunrise

Skipping across a puddle

Love left you behind

November

November’s coming

And the carrot and swede mash

Treetops fade to dust

Soleil

Golden teardrops fall

From Heaven’s watchful eyeball

But why does she cry?

Autumn

The time has come for

The trees to strip naked, while

We need some more leaves

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