Autums Wonder

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    Autums Wonder
    Mother Nature's breath brings autum leaves ever so softly swirling at my feet each a vibrant burst of color all on such a small surface it brings a smile to my wind redened face. I inhale the crisp air its a way to refresh and renew with colorful hope and dreams for the furture.

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    Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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