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It's a cold, windy October afternoon Winter is grasping the necks, Of the flowers yet to bloom My fingers turn red, My breath collects in the air All of nature, becoming dead, Feeling the wind rush past my hair I get a cold chill, Autmn reminds me of my belly filled With Apple Cider and warm stew And all the memories you, And I, that we shared together It's been a day and forever, but, I can't stop seeing you in the decaying leaves
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Oct 26, 2013
Oct 26, 2013 at 12:14 PM UTC
Autmn Memories
It's a cold, windy October afternoon Winter is grasping the necks, Of the flowers yet to bloom My fingers turn red, My breath collects in the air All of nature, becoming dead, Feeling the wind rush past my hair I get a cold chill, Autmn reminds me of my belly filled With Apple Cider and warm stew And all the memories you, And I, that we shared together It's been a day and forever, but, I can't stop seeing you in the decaying leaves
ronnie-james-corbin
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Oct 26, 2013
Oct 26, 2013 at 12:14 PM UTC
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