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Autumn hills
Do defend yourself from yesterday
with it's soft curves and lulling voice.
Be sure to free yourself
from it's harrowing claws,
ready to peel you into strips of
Autumn leaves piled high and drizzled
with perfume of burning wood.
Watch and listen for that impending whisper...
a lifetime of
fireflies weaving in and out
of never ending hills.
Raymond M. Strickland jr. 1996
