I drove to the Carolinas to see the drama of changing leaves on the stage of the Smoky Mountains. My mother lives there, accompanied by arthritis. She is changing, too. There are no more fast days. Autumn, decorated by dying, also bears the marks of the Fall of Man.
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The Fall
Dreaded Hope
If it had just fallen on my toe Things might have been better But I dropped it square on my head The idea of Change Now I have a date with a dreaded destiny Now I have a hope for an infinite future Now I have to do something about it (this ridiculous idea)
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Jason Barmer
