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LEAVESThe leaves of Earth's deciduous trees are much like the Many sentences of men's mouths for a while-- Numerous, young, and colorful, warmly blowing in the hot air, Simple, compound, or complex in their style, As he lives with his wordiness, man lives with the leaves, Those simple compound, and complex beauties on trees. Yes, leaves are like the sentences both spoken and shouted by all, But the leaves quietly desert the cacophony each Fall! Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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