Last of the leaves

Every year I take, gather, dispose of, only to find myself where I began. After several cycles, there’s not many left, and I have no interest in raking furthe...
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Every year I take, gather, dispose of, only to find myself where I began. After several cycles, there’s not many left, and I have no interest in raking further. Come spring, they go through the mower once, and just like that, they are part of my lawn!
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