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Agrivating as it maybe, I'm supposed to write every now and again because after all I am a writer. This is one of the things that I do.


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Mr. Music Please

There are trees outside.
For me, they mark time.
Winter branches
Spring flowers
Summer fruit.
Autumn leaves.
Then they fall
And start again
With Winter.



by Author Ann
4/20/10


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There are trees outside.
For me they mock the hours.

Like a clock.

Winter branches.
Spring flowers.
Summer fruit.
Autumn leaves.

Tick
Tock

Then they fall.

And start again
With Winter.


Clock
AuthorAnn
4/21/10





Those trees outside.
For me they mark the time.

Winter branches
Spring flowers
Summer fruit.
Summer leaves.
With Autumn they fall
And start again
With Winter.



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