I tried, one day, to talk of leaves,
But didn't make,
Or couldn't make
My audience relate to leaves,
And left them, in fact, duller --
For if you've only seen the leaves,
Not felt the leaves,
Not smelt the leaves,
Then you don't really know the leaves
For they are more
Than color
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Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.
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