Acorns pelt the ground,
littering the lawn.
She calls them small prophets,
warning of the cold to come,
though I suspect the trees
only speak of the past.
Acorns pelt the ground,
littering the lawn.
She calls them small prophets,
warning of the cold to come,
though I suspect the trees
only speak of the past.
The Truth About Tigers 
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