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Now, dear Lord, that the leaves have fallen to the ground, we've started to grumble. We try to rake them when they are dry and they crumble into little pieces. If we rake them when they are wet they cling to the grass or to our rakes. We've forgotten the shade they provided when they were green, or the artist's palette they became when they were orange, yellow, and red. Now they cause us work so we grumble.