Leaves are so nice,
they wiggle and waggle and swiffle.
Bunch up, spread out, bunch up, spread out
(that's what swiffling means).
I'm eating nacho-cheese potato chips
in an empty room. Now I scratch myself.
Leaves lie there lazily like laying lavender leaves, softly,
leaves precisely like other leaves!
Astounding!
I inhale the scent of the leaves...
the leafy perfume of leaves intoxicates me...
Today is a wicked elixer with alcoholic leaves in it, literally.
My brain, which, being a sniffer, sniffing, sniffs the leaves,
sniffing in leaf-smelly-drunkeness!
ugh...
I love the leaves forever...
Acorns probably fall on leaves.
I've seen acorns on leaves.
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