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What is a leaf when it lolls up on storm drainsor lulls up in the gutters? It is a sighing eminent
from the start. It is the singing about the boughs
And bushels in the trees on a wet, angry day.
The leaf is a simple deliberation of its symbol, in the
salutitious and amiable wind, and in it’s own
solitary gloom, has begun an inquisition
into the root of it’s plan. A leaf is it’s own
lonely man.


