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Sep 2017
The wind blows and the leaves swish.
A shooting star, make a wish.
A fragrance fumes off of a blossomed flower.
Beauty exists in the darkest hours.
The chilli nights grow longer and the leaves begin to die.
Spring chickens are now ready to fly.
Winter is closing near.
I hear a homecoming cheer.
Light the wood stove and snuggle around.
Tell a bedtime story till the children are not a sound.
Owen C Swenson
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Owen C Swenson  32/M/Minnesota
(32/M/Minnesota)   
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     Lior Gavra, Jdeebs and Owen C Swenson
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