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Crisp wrinkled leaves
blow hither and thither,
falling over each other
chattering, no wisdom;
but never listening,
bitter, backbiting breezes,
carry their words;
whilst the trees,
keep their counsel.

 

Spite 2016
by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Picture Credit: https://uk.pinterest.com/pin/474003929508703969/

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