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Falling Leaves
Youth a golden shadow
here but not to stay
like clouds the wind
may chase across the bay
an incoming tide
sweeps fallen years once gay
soon washing upon
darkening shore cold grey day
so softly
falling last leaves do fall.
poem
by
Terence George Craddock
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