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The transition outside; It was cold and damp. But still it was better Than the stuffy room, the cluttered room. And now we wait; for the summer air. It will surprise us and keep us warm. Until Autumn finds us again; and chills our bones. Until Winter comes again; and numbs our bodies. Until the ground thaws; and we make our transition Again.
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Nov 20, 2016
Nov 20, 2016 at 5:53 PM UTC
Ode to April (I Guess)
The transition outside; It was cold and damp. But still it was better Than the stuffy room, the cluttered room. And now we wait; for the summer air. It will surprise us and keep us warm. Until Autumn finds us again; and chills our bones. Until Winter comes again; and numbs our bodies. Until the ground thaws; and we make our transition Again.
joseph-d-pirone
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Nov 20, 2016
Nov 20, 2016 at 5:53 PM UTC
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