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I'm not sure what I am doing here actually. I am not a poet. But in this the year of the great dating service disaster, or as I more commonly refer to it "the year of the black hole of utter despair", I will always remember that simple query.
If the leaves of New England changed color, would you care enough to send me a box full.
I sent a poem instead.
She sent it back.
I'm not a poet. I just wanted a date.
THE LEAVES OF NEW ENGLAND
If the sun should shine only in daytime, and the moon could glow only at night,
I would stay awake twenty-four hours, just to capture their beautiful light.
If the leaves of New England changed color, while the leaves here turned ugly and brown,
I would climb a tall ladder and paint them, just to keep you from wearing a frown.
I would paint some with red and some yellow. I would color them every hue.
Then I’d gather them up and I’d kiss each one soft and deliver their beauty to you.