Maggie

There is no point being weepy.
Winter grows cold and wrinkly.
Gold grove is set to fall finally.

Maggie, take care of the candy
Not to worry of leaf fall unduly
And wipe nose clean in hanky.

(Reading Gerard Manly Hopkins poem Spring and Fall)

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