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Woods...

Woods...

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Brood brood brood sullen gloom swelled

Leaves rustled, shriveled and fell

Crunch crunch crunch, as footsteps fall

My heart cringed, desperate to stall


Bare bare bare branches and trunks all barren

Not a sound as winds blow up in torrent

Coo coo coo day and night that dreary screech

Nothing to feel, nothing to please


There there there that nasty little weed

Autumn, her conquest is fast indeed

Gulp gulp gulp she had me in greed

My smiles, laughter and heart, its feed


Cher cher cher the worst fear is here

Winter has my woods in a snowy damp smear

Tak tak tak this frost bite is too deep,

Woods died, spring may never leap.


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