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“Sitting Atop a Picnic Tabled Hill”
Sitting stop a Picnic Tabled Hill,
Watching Fall fall upon a park.
The wind wraps around trees and bushes,
And the cloud sea above moves gradual.
Tink! Tink! Tink!
Acorns give up their crowns,
And attack sedentary observers.
A symphony of decline?
Before the stark bright winter takes hold.
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I’m Christopher Paul Hickey
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