Clinging to big Maple's gentle old arm
in golden-red I am all a-flutter
Wondering if this autumn's gales, anger
will blow me into life's gutter
As family blanket's each of earths lawns
raked burned, kicked in frolic's play
She still hasn't released me cause
in fright I be blown away
Lucky me still hanging around; while
everyone else covers the ground





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