The trees blushed last night,
embarrassed they're leaving so
soon, like those party guests who
upon seeing John sit at the piano while
another round gets ordered, reach
quietly for their coats, murmuring,
"we have an early morning"...
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Nicely woven together. -g
thanks!
Nicely done.