User talk:Nova Jean Tabas

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A trusting little leaf of green, A bold audacious frost; A rendezvous, a kiss or two, And youth for ever lost. Ah, me! The bitter, bitter cost.

A flaunting patch of vivid red, That quivers in the sun; A windy gust, a grave of dust, The little race is run. Ah, me! Were that the only one. Nova Jean Tabas (talk) 10:34, 15 March 2023 (UTC)