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Monday, 28 September 2009
On Turning Over a New Leaf
When the apple tree turned over a new leaf
it began producing plums.
When the pear turned over a new leaf
it brought forth grapes instead.
When the cherry turned over a new leaf
it found acorns on its branches.
When The Book of Life turned over a new leaf
a skeleton crawled out.
When the woods turned over their new leaves
a million tiny creatures saw the sun.
When these turned over the dead leaves
the dust and ash beneath began to smoke.
When humankind turned over its new leaves
it took leave of its senses
and not until it turned again the old leaves
did the trees bring forth their true and ample fruit.