I write when I'm amused, or affected by a muse...or infected at least. By the by, I like playing in the water. So, welcome to my brook. sit and stay a while as I babble.
Saturday, September 8, 2012
Season-ed
Autumn laughed as she shot Summer flying by from the wind swept sky
Winter wept six-sided tears as she fell into Spring and drowned
Spring smiled summer beauty blowing pollenated kisses to season the earth.
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