January 2011
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The Leaves
Now as homeward i am turning
when my days work is over
in the shade i sit a yearning
for the days that come no more
There was a day when like a gyspy
Neath the sheltering leaves i’ve lain
In my slumber knowing they’d protect me
From the dampness of the rain
Even when i was sick and weary
and to them i’d turn for aid
they would always seem so cheery
and so welcoming...
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