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Poem: Seasons



When her name is of summer

As she blooms into herself

Her golden hair gleaming in the sun

What will you do

When her blond hair turns brown

and that brown to white

A sheet of white will cover her

and take away her brightness

take away the gleam

take away her

Because winter comes quicker than you think

So cherish her

Before she is blown away

by the harsh winter winds

-don’t let her get ripped away from you too


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