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Two Short Ones.. .
I am a leaf,
blown,
dependant on the wind for flight -
I fall.
Yet, every leaf has its pile.
Impossibly, every leaf fits where it lands,
and in just the right place.
Sometime, Somehow.
It requires patience.
-and-
Do scarecrows suffer from wanderlust?
Vagabonds by right,
endless fields on all sides, mountains in the distance.
They're garbed in worn patchwork – your regular hobo – perfect for aimless travel.
But, they can’t move. They merely watch.
Motionless.
Do scarecrows suffer from wanderlust?
.ak!plt.
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