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Autumn Leaves volume 7 number 6 |
Sweep with a brush like broom
Swing quickly through each
room
All plans, all deeds, they are the same,
From complex to
manual dexterity's game.
For those who truly run the world,
Early morning workers
while we are curled
In our beds so warm and comfy between the sheet,
They are
up, dressed on the job, rain or sleet.
If the hour is well before four,
They left hearth and
were out the door.
Enjoy our morning paper's news,
Coffee, toast, to name
only of few.
Bow you low and long,
Before this early morning
throng,
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