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I’m Here Sis

I’m Here Sis

I heard a child This morning Ask her mother, “Why do leaves Have to die?” as she Crunched through a pile of brown crumbles On the sidewalk. “The colors were So pretty!” she said. “Where Did they go?” I didn’t hear The mother’s Response. Maybe I would have said, “We...

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