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Seasons Of Life

By debbie

Topics: Poetry Source: AllPoetry Original source

Winter days of cold, so dry, so bold will pass to old, now spring is told. Spring days awake for blossoms sake now summer's place does to take. Summer days of haze, hot past plays no more ways, fall comes into phase. Fall days to send, many a change to lend, around the bend we go once again. Seasons come and go as in our lives we know, must live to grow move forward on so. Written March 17th, 2002 © on Mar 17 2002 12:53 AM PST   0 • 10

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