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"How silently they tumble down
And come to rest upon the ground
To lay a carpet, rich and rare,
Beneath the trees without a care,
Content to sleep, their work well done,
Colors gleaming in the sun.
- Elsie N. Brady, Leaves
Part of the November Challenge which is A Song, A Poem or A Proverb.
All photos ©Harrison McClary/All Rights Reserved
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