Come, Little Leaves

Come, Little Leavesby George Cooper “Come, little leaves,” said the wind one day,“Come o'er the meadows with me and play;Put on your dresses of red and gold,For summer is gone and the days grow cold.” Soon as the leaves heard the wind’s loud call,Down they came fluttering, one and all;Over the brown fields they danced... Continue Reading →

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