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Now is the time for the burning of the leaves.
They go to the fire; the nostril pricks with smoke
Wandering slowly into a weeping mist.
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brilliant piece of penwork here Mr Binyon, it carries a message which reflects on life.
............very nice.....and so is the continuous cycle of life.....enjoyed..
it reminds me of mcdonalds chicken nuggets with hot mustard......wonderfull