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Aug 2014
Whispers in the wind
Softly speak of love
During the summer months.

The trees sing,
The birds talk,
The air is clean.

The world is your home,
Go off and roam;
Leave your lonely days behind.

Be free!
Reap the whirlwind,
Seek the happiness
You lost when you were no longer a kid.

Because winter is coming
And the winds will no longer whisper
Lovely thoughts and happy sayings.
They will whisper frozen words and deadly sayings.

The seasons affect your brain.
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Ryan Cripps
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Ryan Cripps  30/M/NY
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