There are these times,
And then some days…
There are the leaves on the neighbor’s tree
That haven’t fallen yet
They’re golden crisp and burned
Standing out form the mistletoe
All around
Some mornings the sky is just the opposite
And the leaves stand out
But never seem to fall
I’ll watch them every morning
While the dogs investigate the yard
I know those leaves will never fall
Until I stop watching
All of this, this time, this day
It’s falling all around…
There is all of this and then these people too
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