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THE LEAVES |
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The leaves in the spring Are fresh and green. The trees are so full, The bark is not seen. |
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In the summer, The leaves stand so still Because it is as Hot as a grill. |
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In the fall, The leaves whirl 'round. They turn different colors And fall to the ground. |
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In the winter The leaves are nowhere And the trees All look so bare. |
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But, don't you worry, They'll be back again. They are only hiding Away in their den. |
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Brenda Eller Davis |
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