(5 November 1850 - 30 October 1919 / Johnstown Center / Rock County / Wisconsin)

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A Fallen Leaf

A trusting little leaf of green,
A bold audacious frost;
A rendezvous, a kiss or two,
And youth for ever lost.
Ah, me!
The bitter, bitter cost.

A flaunting patch of vivid red,
That quivers in the sun;
A windy gust, a grave of dust,
The little race is run.
Ah, me!
Were that the only one.

Submitted: Tuesday, May 20, 2003


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