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The truth

The truth

nostalgic autumns

reminds me of fall


green & young once

turns pale, cling on


like trunk, earth remains

fragile lives, drop


the fallen,

swept under, or lit


food plentiful

derive, your own


advent of spring

bulbs regrow strong


the race is

to cross, the next fall


a language

so natural for all


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Garry James