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Oct 2016
I walk around outside
And I never thought that a season could lie.

Autumn has just begun
but why do I feel the warm summer sun?

I can't keep up with these different season lies

Staring ahead at the tree
Different colors grow on the leaves

It's so confusing
what is the season the trees are telling me?

I never thought a season could lie.
I hope some of you can catch on to the meaning of this poem.
Written by
those bygone years  F/USA
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   GaryFairy
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