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time passes up spring the growing grasses and later, flowers bloom in pleasant, vibrant shades shoving away the gloom as the last of fall fades, leaving in swirling, leafy parades as the year goes by, the grasses slowly grow golden as they die. the peaches swell and popsicles do well, cherries bring that summer smell... I love the change, the fresh and the new, but sometimes it's strange when the seasons are persistent and there's nothing consistent to forever cling to I'm grateful for the mild California seasons giving me reasons to get used to change, how thankful I really am to l love the strange when life hits me with a big, fat yam. what to do with a yam, I was pondering, yam-aid isn't a thing- but then I realized I'm just **** here wandering until I make my life customized, unique, ready to go with the flow where life and yams take me, I'll readily go now I sure am glad for the seasons that give me reasons to get used to change, and to love the fresh, the new, and the strange
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Dec 30, 2018
Dec 30, 2018 at 1:19 AM UTC
yams of change
time passes up spring the growing grasses and later, flowers bloom in pleasant, vibrant shades shoving away the gloom as the last of fall fades, leaving in swirling, leafy parades as the year goes by, the grasses slowly grow golden as they die. the peaches swell and popsicles do well, cherries bring that summer smell... I love the change, the fresh and the new, but sometimes it's strange when the seasons are persistent and there's nothing consistent to forever cling to I'm grateful for the mild California seasons giving me reasons to get used to change, how thankful I really am to l love the strange when life hits me with a big, fat yam. what to do with a yam, I was pondering, yam-aid isn't a thing- but then I realized I'm just **** here wandering until I make my life customized, unique, ready to go with the flow where life and yams take me, I'll readily go now I sure am glad for the seasons that give me reasons to get used to change, and to love the fresh, the new, and the strange
LemonGirl
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Dec 30, 2018
Dec 30, 2018 at 1:19 AM UTC
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