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Oct 2016
You came to me in the spring when I wasn't looking for anything
We quickly sprung into summer and things heated up
But fall rolled around and you fell away like the beautiful leaves on the giant oak trees
Winter blew in and our love grew as cold as the falling snow

Spring came around and new trees began to bloom

The truth is, not all tress make it through the winter and fall was never my favorite season.
JeanT
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