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Fall's Leaves
Though the leaves go and come eternally, It seems that when they do depart, It's almost always fall, in their called-away hearts.
How similar are we to them, in our leave-takings. Our souls know when life's over, Even when our spirits defy dying's vicissitudes.
All of us, regardless of existence's gifts, Go there, get there, wherever "there" is — The cemetery, the air, or God's shared paradise.
10/09/11 - (2)
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