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[bodytext] => I take a pause in the silent playground And watch the Yew, Standing tall and surly, Shrug off the shower of crimson Rusted leaves floating From the sleepy Sycamore by his side Whilst the wind orchestrates A tapestry of Autumn colours On the barren ground Colliding with the misty grey sky. One thirty, I am startled by the chime Of the school bell Fluorescent gardener passing With a smokers cough And the roar of jet engines As the breeze plucks a golden leaf From my collar. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 117 [topic] => 43 [informant] => sebgreen [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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