Fallen Leaves

Fallen Leaves

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Drew Pogge

We’re all falling down
We leaves on the lam
Spinning like sailors
Walking on land

And land where we may
Any land at all
There’s a place for each
Bright leaf of the fall

Yellow, orange
And deep, bloody red
Our true colors bleed out
Green in life; truth in death

No hiding it now
Once the juice has drained out
If you’re yellow, you’re yellow
What’s it matter, anyhow?

We’re all beyond help
Falling down by the shore
Where the wind and current
Will make us no more

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