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Perfect Time of Year (Free verse) by wilco

The dead leaves falling, Swirling, Fighting over the last bit of uncovered ground. The evening air turning Colder; Perfect if not for lack of a coat. Hopeful for a new beginning. Different, If not for a lack of change.

wilco 3-Nov-04/8:33 PM
I don't know really. For some reason I just felt that it sounded better this way.




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