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Watching waves, cresting, high
Those summer days did seem to fly
Then autumn came in, with a sigh
Followed by winter’s icy cry
Awaiting spring, new life I’d spy
And oh the days, still drifting by
The seasons of our lives
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Night Owl Poetry - Dorinda Duclos 
Loved this! No matter which one we love best they all seem to fly by. Mine is Autumn.
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Yes! Autumn is definitely my favorite! 🍁🍃🍂
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Kindred Spirits!
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🙂
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Very lovely poem Dorinda.
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Thank you very much, Kim 🙂
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Love the imagery.
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Thank you very much, Audrey ❤
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Oh, so Beautiful.
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Thank you very much, Dorna! 🙂
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Oh wow, this is good…and I have a poem I’m getting ready to schedule, about the seasons. Great minds think alike, right? 🙂
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Thank you very much! I look forward to reading it! 🙂
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Okay, thank you 🙂
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And I sit here reading your words in the autumn of my life. 🙂
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Autumn is my favorite time of year, so you’re good 😉
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Awww… Thank you kind lady 🙂
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Always my pleasure, sir 🙂
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Nature and the weather work so in so many weird and beautiful ways.
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Yes, they do. Thank you for reading 🙂
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You’re Welcome
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Oh my.☺
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Thanks, D! 🙂
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