Autumn wind in Yorkshire Leeds, cold chill within causes fluttering leaves,
Stands a tree painting tarmac in orange, awaiting the forgotten spring,
She hopes for new life, and the cost she pays is the misery she paints,
A splendid lass baring robes for her new-born, such scene, is it obscene?
Saturday, November 17, 2007
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