May 2011
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FOUR SEASONS OF LOVE © David L. Crouse
Spring’s love blossoms… bright and new, So pure and sparkling… in morning’s damp dew, Most blossoms give way… in summer’s intense heat, Many a Spring’s love end…in quiet defeat. Summer’s love… the mighty oak tall and strong, Deeply rooted… and lasting ever so long, Comes the day… when leaves fall and are still, As summer’s love...
Being nice to someone you hate doesn’t mean you’re...
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