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AN AMERICAN STORY: UNEASY PIECES by Peter Krok Dark lengthens You're tired of summer Same old names and places Dew silvers morning fields The chill is in the air Geese arc Towards Georgia More trees turn color Green wears Into rust Like the leaves It's time You take a rake Sweep the falling skin In a pile And leave © Peter Krok « Home | Contributor Notes » |
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