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Poems about and Mama nature

  • as autumn comes
    Let us pick the fruit from ripened vines
    And sing our weary songs from earth to sky;
    let's never question dear old life as death sweeps
    by rrw 28 lines, 2 comments, on Oct 1 9:23 AM. In death, dying, and Mama nature