Being Myself.

Poem By Fay Slimm

Fallen leaves,
Fallen leaves
The wind blows
You about.
Cowboy O cowboy
As you laugh so do I. Fallen leaves,
Fallen leaves
The wind blows
And blows.
Cowboy O cowboy
As you weep so do I.

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