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Thanks, Barbara.
(Here's the amended version.)
Best wishes,
David
Passing Through the Woods
It's hard to see my way because
the leaves have fallen. Now
they're drifting where a path once was-
it's hard to see my way. Because
the light is brief, I dare not pause;
I'll find the track somehow.
It's hard to see my way because
the leaves have fallen now.
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