A leaf
To my car, in front
Stuck a leaf, brown.
There, glued motionless
Made me sit and question.
Said of its origin:
"Am great Maple Leaf."
Died depressed, all alone,
Collapsed in wasted life.
Had been forced to exile,
Faced and heard the insults!
Felt ignored, in such life:
"Better dead than alive! "
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