The autumn leaves drift pass my window,
the summer has died away,
and the frost will soon be here,
as winter is coming back.
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An old poem of yours 1982 wow, a sad poem my friend...
I can almost hear this set to music, because it is a tender love poem.
How wonderful to have one love you so, they write a beauty begging you not to stay...Much more romatic than the 'Billy Joe and The Beaters' cassette, found in my car in the garage in Old Greenwich, on the day it ended..Don't know if it would have made a difference at that point. But this is one not many could walk away from..1982...thinking back, we we're living in Lake Forest, Ill, than...I call those years 'The Chicago Bear Years.' I have to figure out by dates where I was with all the dang corporate moves from coast to coast...Beautiful, again, David. mm.xo~~