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Life’s Autumn

Leaves, brown and crisp,

Float to the earth,

Edging a busy street,

Crushed under hurrying feet.

Our Father knows our frame and remembers that we are dust.

Life, brief and full,

Slips toward the past tense,

Leaving us to regret

Youthful ambitions left unmet.

Our Father knows our frame and remembers that we are dust

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