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Russet Remnants  Photo credit: Photobucket The fall's russet remnants, In a last late show, Warm the room's tenants Behind the window. The heart though lonesome, Can reach the beyond And clutch in the bosom Those that are fond. Where the light reaches Is where I can be; There's no need for bridges And no need to see. You can throw me into prison But never my mind; I can seek any season If I am so inclined. You can shut the window To drown me with the dark But by morn tomorrow, I'll be free as a lark. And, when those remnants fall, Lie asleep on the ground; I would have given my all And I'll be homeward bound. Lee Live today as if it is your last For tomorrow will soon be in the past |
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lovely ~ thank you
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Beautiful! Both the poem and picture. 
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6/12/2014 8:56 am |
Thank you for a great morning inspiration. Spiritwoman ^i^
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Thank you, thank you, thank you. Lee Live today as if it is your last For tomorrow will soon be in the past
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