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Mar 2015
The first recognition began a tradition

of love

in the autumn divine.

A season that renders magnificent splendors

began

with the autumn divine.

It filled me with awe
wherein first I saw

my love

in the autumn divine.

A happy surprising: Felicity rising

springs forth

from the autumn divine.

A passionate ember had blazed that November

for her

in the autumn divine...

A flame that burns long,
and since has been strong,

was lit

in the autumn divine.

The inner commotions of all my emotions

remind of

the autumn divine:

I love her most dearly, and honor her yearly

while during

the autumn divine.

It always will be
most precious to me

to pass through

the autumn divine.
Chris Schleier Jr
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Chris Schleier Jr  30/M/Charlotte, NC
(30/M/Charlotte, NC)   
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