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A poem in the form of a review of something/someone that doesn't normally warrant one.
And I fell asleep after dinner and just woke up and it's ten to midnight, my time.
Don't expect miracles!
Oak Leaves
While some may speak of acorns
and how you grow from one
I'd like to point out how your leaves
make such a mess
before they're done.
They worm their way inside the nest
of boughs of lavender and such.
They're picked out one by one
and then they don't break down,
at least, not much.
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