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With air resistance and gravity
trying to compete,
My terminal velocity will not take
long to reach.
But until those two forces cancel
each other out,
In free fall I will be without a
single doubt.
I am tiny, thin, and green and grow
on big tall trees,
And the wind is my strong guide,
when I try to flee.
What is this strange thing you ask
that I may be?
A little falling leaf is what you
can call me.
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