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what happen to all the seasons
when I was a child we had four
now it seems there are only two
or something in-between
what happen to spring or the fall
you know those seasons between
winter/ summer and summer/ winter
I know there once was such a thing
for I had a wardrobe of clothes
there not even in the shops any more
no spring coats or colors of pastels
I wait now for fall ... but it seems
that has disappeared as well
no fall coats, or sweaters of bulk
I sort of see it peeking at me
when Halloween shows but
before I grab the spirit I see
Santa, in all the malls
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| Reviewed by Jaclynn Huntington |
8/13/2003 |
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Wonderful observation and verse. Love the finale'!
~Jackie~ |
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| Reviewed by Lady Peg (Reader) |
8/13/2003 |
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Oh yes Cheryl
"I sort of see it peeking at me
when Halloween shows but
before I grab the spirit I see
Santa, in all the malls!!!!!!!!!!!"
I can relate too two.
PJ
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| Reviewed by James David Compton (Reader) |
8/13/2003 |
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I think you hit the nail on the head,
I believe the large corporations paid God off to be rid of spring and fall...
there's no money in it.
-James |
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| Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado |
8/13/2003 |
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| makes me wonder, cheryl. i think the seasons shouldn't be so rushed as they are...no wonder people are so confused. excellent write! :) (((HUGS))) and love, your friend, karen lynn in texas. |
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| Reviewed by Michael Morash (Reader) |
8/13/2003 |
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| Nicely put, bravo. |
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