“Poetry is all that is worth remembering in life.”
— William Hazlitt
Across the Lake In Fall
As each leaf turned colors
Tightly grasping its mate
Long now, it wasn’t
It would soon meet its fate
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The Leaves that Blow
A late autumn afternoon and I watch carelessly, each leaf falling from the maple tree that stands in my front yard. As the leaves float ever
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The House Across the Street
The house across the street, oh it does hold a spell
For those that have survived there, speak but don't tell
From others I've heard macabre stories, it's horror and hell
Witnessed, I have, the downfall of things that didn't end well
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