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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=576423" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>THE GALACTIC SPIRALS OF DEAD LEAVES...Part I</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">THE GALACTIC SPIRALS OF DEAD LEAVES 		</div><div style="margin:10px 0">		 I</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>OCTOBER IS A GREGARIOUS MONTH</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>October is a gregarious month; </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> all things seeking shelter.					</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Watching the tidal ebb of twilight	<br>drawing its last breath of birds, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I know winter is approaching; 				</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Reversing the spin of planets				<br>like baseballs, having arced since spring, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Gravity is returning, condensing, 								<br>like clouds in my eyes.				</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Twilight leaves the extremities...		<br> fingers, cold to the touch.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Mothers walk, clenching the air<br>children’s voices cannot rise over.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then, like a snow-globe shaken, 	</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The elements of summer are preserved, like Amber<br>in the crystal flakes of the first frost, falling....</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Copyright ©2007 John Thomas Tansey	</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=John+Tansey">John Tansey</a><div class=q>
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OCTOBER IS A GREGARIOUS MONTH


October is a gregarious month; 

 all things seeking shelter.					

Watching the tidal ebb of twilight	
drawing its last breath of birds, 

I know winter is approaching..."></div>
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