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Autumn Wizard MAG

By Anonymous

Every year he gave
Thousands of leaves,
Harmless, pretty gifts.
But dropped a staff or
Two
When the wind,
The unseen dominating
Power
Would push too hard.

“Too old now,”
said the town,
“Knock it down!”
So they sent workers,
A small army of orange,
With weapons of mass
Tree destruction.
He didn’t fight their
axes and the piercing
Blows.

Now barely a pile of dust
Lays where the mighty Wizard
Once stood.





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