When in still air and still in summertime A leaf has had enough of this, it seems To make up its mind to go; fine as a sage Its drifting in detachment down the road. Anonymous submission.
Added: 30 Sep 2002 | Last Read: 13 Feb 2012 5:35 AM | Viewed: 3424 times
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