I can see that
Aumumn is gone
it gets so quiet
once she moves on..
Old man winter
how i dread your time
The Beauty of Autumn
Is still fresh in my mind..
i’m truly not ready
for Your ice and snow..
I’m already wishing
You’d just pack up and go…
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~ by connetta on November 19, 2011.
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