Autumn trees.
Some tandoor-oven red.
Others dead, barren, bare.
Still others hold onto their leaves stubbornly.
Like a toddler with toys.
Yet they all co-exist.
Asking can't we all just get along?
Some tandoor-oven red.
Others dead, barren, bare.
Still others hold onto their leaves stubbornly.
Like a toddler with toys.
Yet they all co-exist.
Asking can't we all just get along?
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