The autumn leaves.
Buffeted by the whims of the wind;
No longer cling to the bough.
No. Longer.
Semantic Wars
My monologue about anything.
My monologue about anything.
The autumn leaves.
Buffeted by the whims of the wind;
No longer cling to the bough.
No. Longer.
Semantic Wars 
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“bough” I’m making it my word of the day :p
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Ha, make sure you cling to it. 😂
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🙂
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