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Warm breezes come now. Ask August or September. Winter will come soon. Advertisements
Walking in the woods, you catch my eye and I smile, A flash of color.
the long hours stretch monotonous drone silence something is missing.
Morning rain, noisy edging dreams away for me. Waking to sunshine.
I will guard the way, waiting ’til you come again. No pirates allowed.
Blood red sky, Thunder crashes overhead, When will it rain?