Jacquie StewartHeimann


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Full Circle

As I stood staring at the trees
Devoid of color, empty of leaves
I feel a great sadness and depression
Could this be one of lifes' little lessons

To show us at the end of life
Old and withered, full of strife
That in the winter of our years
There is no one to shed a tear

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