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A few leaves
A few leaves still remain: is their intent
To stay there through the winter? Do they dare
To hold themselves supine and quite content?
They decorate the garden and don't care
That they will feel the frost and then the pinch
Of winter, as it cools the darkened earth
As nature chills; then even sluts may flinch,
When they are told that it's more than they're worth
For them to stay indoors, when they can find
The bare bark of a tree to rest against,
And to caress, while master is inclined
To warm well with a whip, that really paints
A pretty picture, as the whole world grieves
The loss of summer, despite a few leaves.
To stay there through the winter? Do they dare
To hold themselves supine and quite content?
They decorate the garden and don't care
That they will feel the frost and then the pinch
Of winter, as it cools the darkened earth
As nature chills; then even sluts may flinch,
When they are told that it's more than they're worth
For them to stay indoors, when they can find
The bare bark of a tree to rest against,
And to caress, while master is inclined
To warm well with a whip, that really paints
A pretty picture, as the whole world grieves
The loss of summer, despite a few leaves.
Published 23rd Oct 2014
| Edited 2nd Sep 2017
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