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![]() Autumn leaves are the Bright, exuberant ones that Take my breath away. And there are Crackling, brittle fragile Ones, That must be handled Oh so gently, Having lived full lives. What they had in spring and summer, That made them Look so much alike, Is no ...
There once was a great rabbi, Who had a dream one night. And in the dream he got to see, A most amazing sight.<
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