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These Leaves…
Our shelter from the scorching sun;
I heard your time has come,
Please stay
Under you we’ve had so much fun,
Brown leaves; You gave us some.
All day.
Your cool breeze never makes us run,
Under you was our home.
No pay.
But I heard the sun has a gun
It has forced you to roam.
Dismay
Tomide Abdul
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