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The wind blessed the trees With its caressing autumn breezeAnd gently plucked the painted leavesAs I glanced up in time to seeThe leaves dance down from the waltzing trees.
Barbara L. SteinbergSacramento10/19/89
Posted at 11:51 AM in Gold Country, Tin Box of Poetry & Prose, Wildlife & Nature | Permalink
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