The colored leaves of Autumn
Were sweet, naïve, and tame
But all of that changed
When the leaf blower came…
They shuddered and whispered
And were blown like a flag,
Then they wiped themselves off
With the maple leaf rag.
The colored leaves of Autumn
Were sweet, naïve, and tame
But all of that changed
When the leaf blower came…
They shuddered and whispered
And were blown like a flag,
Then they wiped themselves off
With the maple leaf rag.
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