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The Claim
larrylark

No one escapes dead leaves;
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even the equinox of spring
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sees them settled among startled scenery,
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released from winter's grip
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to tickle tops of grass shoots,
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greener than a goblin's eye.
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There they lie, curling to a crisp
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beneath weak and listless sunshine.
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In Autumn's fall, cascading
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through gusting winds, some are left behind,
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too frail to fly, rolled into compost
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or trapped beneath a hedge.
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These are the fossil leaves
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that claim their earth
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in a cool March breeze,
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when all the rest have fled.
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3 Aug 05

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very pretty imagery. good
 — lonelygirl

Whoa.  That's incredible, dude.

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FAV
 — themolly

Themolly, I love you. Thats the first time i've ever been called a dude in my whole life and you know what---in the words of the immortal James Brown "ooooowwwww I feel GOOD

Larry Mr. Soul Lark

PS I turned over a new leaf yesterday.
 — unknown

I'm glad I was the one to initiate you into dudedom.
What flavor of new leaf did you turn, Mr. Lark?
 — themolly

Dear Lia

Pure gold dudesse

Larry talking to trees lark
 — larrylark

Dear Lonely girl

Its pretty because the inside of my head is that way, Thanks for commenting

Larry pretty vacant lark
 — larrylark

I'm impressed. only suggestion is to lose "goblin". It is harsh against your nicer images.
 — unknown

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