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Tuesday, October 25, 2011

Gathering leaves


Spades take up leaves
No better than spoons,
And bags full of leaves
Are light as balloons.




Next to nothing for weight,

And since they grew duller
From contact with earth,
Next to nothing for color.

Next to nothing for use.
But a crop is a crop,



And who's to say where
The harvest shall stop?
~Robert Frost

~Happy Fall
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